V.9.A, the station crackled, its voice barely breaking through the veil of static. Waves lapped somewhere beyond the din, but the words held their own oceanic depth.
"Here, amidst the ice-blue currents and shadows of leviathans, we find ourselves adrift. This frequency, an untold secret, speaks to those who dare listen."
Echoes of a forgotten whale song chased moments of silence, curving around the spoken lines like a spectral dance. The message continued:
"In the hidden intervals, beneath the drone of machinery, lies a truth only whispered by the brine. Seek the places where the sonar sleeps, and you will uncover the stories of the vessel's heart."
End of Transmission