Whispers from the Depths (unfinished)

The smallest impact, a grain of sand shattering the glass surface,

The ebb and flow of forever disturbed, and the disturbance extending outwards, reaching everywhere,

The ripples start small, and become everything.

They're just whispers from the depths.

 

 

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