Beneath fathomless currents and unseen tides, the echo reverberates only in what is not heard. The sonorous depth mocks the silence,
a presence, palpable.
"Distant and hollow, unmarred by time's advance," the mer spectral mused from within the kelp-kissed arches.
Her haunting visage blinked without mirth.
Shades of the atomic mariner, fading into the deep, slipping between aquamarine veils, lost to
currents that sing of home yet of nowhere. Shadows dance like memories recalled pursuers, wielding nebulous
scrimshaw skies in their obstinate glidesmith fashion.
The mammals, they dream of land, an echo voiding their comprehension, yet there can only be water, darkness,
eternity's saline touch.