The abyss holds its breath beneath the turbulent whispers of the sea, where the moon's pale touch seldom reaches. I wandered here not by choice but through a current unseen, a force that drags with tender cruelty. The waters cradle me, rocking gently, a lullaby of dark mysteries.
Once, I knew the taste of air, sharp with the promise of dawn, but this is my cradle now. Do you hear the echoes, lost traveler? They sing a dirge, a melancholic refrain of moments swallowed whole by fathomless depths. In this world where the stars drown in the cool embrace of silent waters, my name is forgotten.
Embrace a twilight realm where shadows dance and echoes fade.
Listen to the abyssal whispers, where ancient secrets lie entangled in the dark.