In the velvet depths, where light fears to roam, a gentle glow gave birth to shadows. It was the dance of no shadows, a silent pirouette, crooning above the abyss.
Adrift among tides woven of dreams, Celines watched the whispers beneath her vessel. Shimmers of sapphire and emerald, they flickered a thousand ghostly tales.
"To the song of the π’πΉπΈπΈπ΄, πππππ πππΎπ πππππ πππππ!?," she murmured, tracing the incandescent tendrils with her fingertips. Each sounded note sent ripples into fragile darkness, birthing new constellations untethered by time.
The whispers folded within themselves, curling like the parables of bioluminescent echoes, unmarred by earthly light or touch. And Celines became part of that nocturnal symphony, leaving a luminous trail in her wake.
Descend further into this reverie: Constellations of the Abyss or hear another tale from undersea': Gate of the Nereids.
π’πΉπΈπΈπ΄