Submerged Elegy

In the depths of a forgotten room, a maiden floats, her gown a cloud, her hair a river of night. The walls, once adorned with beauty, now bear the weight of water's gentle caress. Fish swim through the shattered skylight, their scales shimmering like stars in the fading light. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. Yet, in this desolate scene, there is a haunting beauty, a melancholy serenade that echoes through the chambers of the heart. The maiden's eyes are closed, her face tilted upwards, as if in reverence to the world above. The water's surface, now a canvas of clouds and sky, reflects the turmoil of her soul. In this surreal tableau, we find a reflection of our own submerged dreams, our own forgotten aspirations. The fish, like memories, dart and weave around her, their presence a reminder of the life that once was, and the life that could have been.