Speaker 1: The misspoke of it. This primortal water is the great
hidden ocean beneath the earth, a sea of creation, or
perhaps a sea of forgotten dreams. We have journeyed through
the veins of Agartha, through its living heart, and now
we stand at its boundless shore. The sheer scale of
this place defies comprehension. It's a world unto itself, untouched
by the sun, and yet teeming with life.
Speaker 2: Impossible, the pressure, the heat. How can a body of
water this size exists. It's an ocean.
Speaker 3: The sheer volume of water, the geological force is required
to contain it. It's beyond anything anything I could have
ever imagined. And the light it's coming from the water itself,
which means bioluminescent currents.
Speaker 2: The piassive features are off the charts. The energy breathings,
they're immense. This isn't just water. It's a living, breathing ecosystem.
Speaker 4: A living ecosystem ran, but one we know nothing about.
We are utterly exposed here.
Speaker 1: No land in sight want me to raft quickly. The
current seems gentle now, but this is an unknown environment.
So Professor, subterranean beach vacation, except with no beach probably
giant squids precisely pressed in a vacation into the sublime.
Kai is right. We need to construct a vessel. Our
survival depends on it. City, the mother of invention. We
are explorers, yes, but also survivors. This makeshift raft, cobbled
together from salvaged equipment and the strange, buoyant flora of
the underworld, is our only hope of traveling this vast
dark sea. A fragile vessel against an unknown abyss.