A tide-damp dusk settles over a still pool, where the low, breathing growl of Monster 1-a pulses like the heartbeat of the earth itself, slow and warm beneath the hush. Spirit 2-b and Spirit 3-a rise as ghostly sighs among the reeds, their ethereal wails curling gently around the muffled whispers of Whisper 1-b and Whisper 2-a, as if the marsh remembers every secret ever spoken. Deeper still, the cavernous breath of Deep Drone and the dark shimmer of Atonal drift in from unseen caverns, wrapping