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Descending deep into the ocean’s heart,  
Where sunlight fades and shadows start,  
The surface world becomes a dream,  
Far above this silent stream.  

With every breath, the world grows still,  
A liquid hush, a gentle chill,  
Down, down, to where the light can't go,  
Into the depths where secrets flow.  

Alone, in this cathedral vast,  
Where time is lost and hours pass,  
A realm of calm, where silence speaks,  
In murmurs soft, where daylight leaks.  

No color here, just shades of night,  
The quiet void, a peaceful flight,  
Through velvet dark, where thoughts unwind,  
And leave the weight of life behind.  

Here, the ocean holds you close,  
A tender grip, a soft repose,  
In solitude, you find your place,  
Embraced by the deep's endless grace.  

And in this stillness, you become  
A part of all, yet only one,  
A drifting soul, so far below,  
Where light no longer dares to go.  

At one hundred fifty meters deep, you float,  
Suspended in the ocean's throat,  
Where even dreams dare not descend,  
And darkness feels like an old friend.  

Your torch beams out, a silver thread,  
Piercing through the water's bed,  
But still the dark surrounds, so vast,  
A living night that seems to last.  

Beneath, a deeper chasm calls,  
A world untouched, where silence falls,  
You send your light, but it retreats,  
The dark resists, your strength it meets.  

Then, through the black, a shadow glides,  
A presence near, but it just hides,  
You cannot see its shape or face,  
Just feel the calmness of its grace.  

No fear disturbs your tranquil breath,  
This shadowed form does not mean death,  
It’s just another wanderer,  
In this abyss, where secrets blur.  

You drift in peace, both close and far,  
Lit by the faintness of your star,  
And though you’ll never truly know,  
The shadowed thing that passed below,  

Here, at the ocean’s quiet keep,  
You find a peace so pure, so deep,  
For in this depth, where light can’t stay,  
You’ve learned to trust the dark’s embrace.