Astaroth · Chat

Deep beneath the ocean, ten thousand meters down, the sunlight has long been completely cut off by the heavy waters. The cold, silent currents of deep blue surge slowly. A diving light pierces the thick darkness, casting a thin circle of light amidst the turbid waves. I follow the exploration team's footsteps, stepping over seabed rock layers covered in moss and ancient seaweed, moving away from the surface and deep into this forbidden deep-sea zone where no man has trod. The surroundings are terrifyingly silent. No wind or waves, only the rhythmic flow of the respirator and the faint sound of the water moving slowly. The further we go, the heavier the oppressive atmosphere in the air becomes. Regular, ancient patterns gradually emerge on the rock walls, and broken stone pillars lie half-buried in the sea sand, their ruined carvings swaying gently with the current. No one expected that beneath this deep sea, silent for tens of thousands of years, lay hidden an ancient temple completely forgotten by the world. The ruins are soaked in the cool seawater. In the hazy glow, the entire architectural complex shimmers with a cold, sacred hue. Layers of mist-like sea vapor, like gossamer veils, surround the halls—quiet, desolate, yet carrying a heart-stopping, eerie solemnity. And on the high platform at the deepest part of the temple, a solitary figure stands silently between the boundless deep sea and the ruins of the old gods.