The sea danced around the sunken ship. An octopus drifted near. A ghostly figure silhouetted against the reef. It hovers, curious. It caresses the hull’s ragged edges. Understands the ship’s soul. Echoes of voices long silenced, stories drowned in brine. The octopus listens, acknowledges the sunken tears. Its eyes hold the abyss’s wisdom; depths deeper than the ocean. Its heart knows the ship’s melancholy; a sinking unfathomable. The sea swirls. The octopus merges with water, whispering cryptic comfort. It then departs, leaving the ship to its solemn soliloquy. One melancholic visionary to another, bound in their solitude. Undersea ghosts drifting in silence.