EMBRACE OF THE DEEP

Beneath the shadowed depths of the ocean, where light cannot reach and the silence is broken only by the movements of ancient currents, a forgotten queen floats. Her crown, once gleaming with power, now serves as a symbol of decay, entangled with the dark vines of the abyss that coil around her like a lover’s embrace. Her face, pale and serene, is cracked, as though the weight of time itself has marked her skin, the cracks filled with the remnants of an ancient curse.

The queen's body, no longer part of the world above, is enveloped in a liquid world where every inch of her being is touched by the cold, dark waters. Her eyes, closed in eternal slumber, betray no fear—only the quiet surrender of a ruler who has faced her downfall and now rests in the very cradle of death. The sea's grip on her is both a punishment and a preservation, holding her in a liminal space between life and oblivion.

The crown atop her head, jagged and sharp, clings to her like the last vestige of her lost reign. It is a cruel reminder of her reign’s end, yet it serves to protect her from the harsh reality of the ocean’s endless churn. Surrounded by the unknown creatures of the deep and the shadows of long-forgotten battles, the queen’s stillness is a tragic beauty, her power having long dissipated but her memory lingering in the silent embrace of the sea. The ocean has claimed her, but she remains untouched by its violence, waiting for the day when she will rise again, or when the waters will finally swallow her whole.