—Did you hear that? That wasn't the sea.
Later, we realized—
the deepest dreams of humanity do not dwell in the night,
but in the ocean's depths.
We thought we were staring into the abyss,
but we'd been lying from the very first word.
Every record of "hearing"
was a willing infection.
The minds we called monsters
were simply kin who woke before us.
They didn't come to invade.
They came back to look around—
to see if we had finally
learned how to be alone, properly.
So these files don't end.
They just stop.
Like a breath held before the tide recedes—
you stand at the shore, thinking the sea is calm,
but in truth, the whole ocean is watching you.
We heard them.
They heard us.
Now, it's your turn to close your eyes.
—"The Abyss Listener Files" are now terminated.
—To all who once heard the echo.