As the sun's light flickers and dissipates like forgotten echoes, the deep sings its haunting lullabies—a chorus of ancient shadows and whispers unsaid. Here in the wavelengths beneath the crust, a brook of consciousness threads through time, unraveling tales not whispered anywhere above. Did I forget to breathe, or was the ocean always a breath in disguise? Layers upon layers peel, revealing mists and mysteries.
What is this depth if not a mirror for the soul?
Yonder lies a door ajar, rusted with memories of skin touching skin, forest to sky, lore to core—