The ocean's whispers, a symphony of silence, lost in the void. Frequencies undulate, vibrating through the desolate trenches, carrying messages to nowhere. The sea binds secrets, her currents wrapping around truths not meant to surface.
In the cavernous depths, harmonics persist, echoing through liquid realms. A cryptic language spoken by unseen things, resonating across wide abysses. These murmurs trace the contours of ancient ridges, mapping a history of whispers.
The echoes weave a tapestry of forgotten voices, refracted through the prisms of time and space. Each wave, a carrier of memories; each crest, a reminder of encounters never had. The ocean breathes in cycles, and each inhale is a new beginning.