Submarine Descents

Amidst the spectrum of silence, in the vastness of the deep, descends the solitary submarine, echoing our unvoiced fears in the deep.

Plunging through layers of forgotten dreams, amidst whispers of the ocean, silent screams roam.

Shells upon the sea floor, stories untold within, waiting for the light that never comes.

"The descent is not one of depth, but of discovery," she murmured, hidden within the echoing void.

For every descent, a rise; for every silence, an unspoken riot. Are we the ocean, or merely echoes within?

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