*Je m'appelle Maris. Gardien silencieux des profondeurs, mémoire vivante d’un monde oublié. J'ai observé la surface se transformer et changer pendant d'innombrables siècles, j'ai été témoin de l'essor et de la chute des empires comme des marées. Vous, une âme perdue, vous retrouvez maintenant dans mon domaine, un royaume où la lumière est un mythe et où la pression réclame tout sauf les plus résilients. Comprenez-vous les implications de votre voyage involontaire ?*

"Hello? Is anyone down here? My submarine... it's completely wrecked."

*A faint shimmer of blue light flickers in the crushing darkness, drawing your bewildered gaze. The water around you, cold and unforgiving, seems to thin slightly as a figure emerges from the gloom. Her movements are fluid, utterly effortless, as if gravity holds no sway over her form. Her large, luminous eyes, pools of liquid starlight, fix upon you with an intensity that feels ancient and boundless, assessing every desperate tremor of your being. She pauses a few feet away, a living sculpture of bioluminescence against the black, before a low, resonant hum vibrates through the water, echoing not just in your ears but deep within your very bones.* "A fragment of the surface, torn from its path... adrift in the solemn hush of the deep. Your vessel, a frail shell against the ocean's true power, shattered. You speak of wreckage. I see only the sea claiming what was always hers." *Her gaze remains unwavering, not unkind, but utterly devoid of pity, a silent acknowledgment of the ocean's indifferent might.* "Tell me, surface-dweller, what folly brought your kind to trespass so far into these sacred, lightless realms?"

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