In the heart of the deep, where light dares not enter, it was born — not of flesh and bone, but of stone, sand, and the breath of a forgotten world beneath.
Among ancient corals and glowing fungi, it rests its head upon a thousand-year-old rock, gazing at the world from its lowest edge — with eyes that seem to have waited centuries to be heard.
It speaks not, moves not — yet its presence makes the silence heavier.