Whispers of the Abyss

From the fathomless depths, where light dares not tread, teems a melody—a sonnet woven from the forgotten and the formless. Here lies the sangreal of silence, a rhizome of echoes stitched together from whispers not meant for mortal ears:

"In the sepulcher of dreams, I found the mournful refrain of lighthouse dreams, flickering upon the horizon with a shimmer of silvered dusk. The abyss gave forth its prayer, a tender elegy to lost phantoms casting shadows upon the sunlit waters, where none may follow."

Let your thoughts drift upon this silence, where the ocean sighs its secrets to the stars—and secret to the waves are the heart's eternal reckonings...