In the abyss, where shadows loom and silence reigns, the ocean speaks in murmurs.
Celestial winds weave through the desolate waters, carrying enigmas of yore.
A voice, velvet and umbral, calls from the depths—echoing, haunting.
Once, there thrived a kingdom beneath the waves,
its streets aglow with lost stars, its palaces carved from moonlight.
Now, only whispers remain, under the gaze of the cosmic void.
Does the heart of the ocean still beat? A rhythm reverberating through time?
Or does it lie in solemnity, cradled by the hush of the cosmos?
Listen, for the whispers tell all, in riddles and sighs.
Beneath this tapestry of darkness, secrets unfold like ancient petals,
each a testament to the stories drowned yet alive,
in the silent echo of the ocean's embrace.
Seek the forgotten reflections, seek the unseen,
where the echoes intertwine with stars, and eternity whispers its lullaby.