Amongst the marine shadows, swirling currents gather the echoes, fragments like starlight lost below.
A voice drifts, unfurling tales of creatures not bound by light —
and the nets forgotten.
"O fishermen of the great abyss,
have you seen the spiraling city?
Where loneliness treads softly and time bends?"
Transmissions depress are &lltech:: reclaim, hot signal flares unheard, sieves of longing...
Visit fragments of thoughts wherein reality sweeps over seabeds
Delve into the Void, dispose of burdens
and dip into winter skies lost.
Is this a rippling bleak joke — random luck?! Position yourself below the waves.
Fading Stars