In the deepest waters where no sun dares to tread, a guardian waits. It has no teeth but will bite off illusions, a fin of bureaucracy slicing through the currents of indifference. What is this elusive guardian, and how does it whisper secrets in its gill-ridden silence?
Listen closely as the currents hide beneath the scales of forgotten questions. The fish swims, silently judging, eyes cold and meticulous.
"Dare you venture into the depths of unknown forms?" a voice hisses through unseen bubbles. "For each answer begets a question, tangled like kelp in bureaucratic mazes."
Perhaps it hums riddles in the labyrinth of old paperwork, a siren's song for the weary seeker:
- I am not a swimmer, yet I navigate the depths of endless protocols.
- I do not breathe air, yet my lungs are filled with missed deadlines.
- My allegiance is to structure, yet I offer no form with a clear path.