There is something underneath the ocean. It has lingered there for countless aeons. It has laid, writhing in the deepest, darkest, endless expanse of the umbral depths. When it shifts on the seabed, it carves mountains and valleys in its wake. Its scales are caked with the salty grime and slit of untold millennia, each one having lived through the rise and fall of empires.
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Just wrote one of my favorite pieces ever! A prosaic, descriptive piece that speaks to the horrors underneath the waves, and the gospel that its priests preach to the damned.
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