The Abyssal Silence

The deep ocean breathes in whispers, each pulse a secret untold, curling around the heart of the sea, waiting for a storm to cast it ashore. Listen.

The specters of forgotten dreams float in the void beneath. What speaks to them in the currents, what beckons with the glow of ancient stars?

Time, a redundant echo, drifts like a phantom in water. Is it the future that catches us, or the past, in ebbs and flows we cannot fathom?