The sea no longer whispered.
It sang.
A sound like no music ever heard on land—a vibration so old it echoed through bone, coral, and salt. Every drop of ocean trembled with the rhythm of something that wasn't just divine…
It was inevitable.
Tharamos stood tall, his form now fully born, a twisted monument to forgotten wars and drowned names. The water curled around him like a cloak made of nightmares.
And Poseidon?
He hovered in silence.
But the silence was pregnant with sound—
With memory.
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The First Note
Poseidon closed his eyes.
The Trident no longer pulsed with power—it hummed in harmony with the sea.
And then—
He moved.
He raised it to the sky and struck the sea.
The waves didn't crash.
They harmonized.
A deep, resonant note rang out from the ocean floor to the highest tide.
It wasn't noise.
It was the first note of the Symphony of the Deep.
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The Sea Responds
The currents surged—not wild, not chaotic, but orchestrated.
