The Abyss Whispers

and the rhythmic scratch of charcoal against paper. The desk in front of her was a chaotic mess-crumpled sketches piled like fallen leaves, her hands smudg

urfaces etched with symbols she didn't understand but somehow knew, as if they had been etched into her memory rather than the page. The charcoal

details emerged-things she couldn't have possibly known. Her pulse quickened as she glanced at the sonar images pinned to the corkboard abo

ting her chest. The dreams had started two nights ago, strange and fragmented at first, but now so vivid

rang hollow. She grabbed the latest sketch and stared at it,

he sound of the ship groaning under the weight of the Arctic winds was a constant, but this k

es, as she had half-ex

. She glanced past Naomi into the cabin, her gaze catching on th

, then stepped

her sharp eyes moving from the crumpled sketches to the most recent one

ketch and watched her face carefully. Evelyn's brow furrowed as

ailed off, her lips pr

images," Naomi finished

, her expression

eath. "This is going to sound insane, bu

furrowed dee

're... vivid. Detailed. Every time I close my eyes, I'm there. Walking through that city, seeing those spires, feeling the..

between Naomi and the sketch. "And you're sure you haven'

peated, her voice quieter. "I mean, maybe? But I don't think

Drew stepped in. His eyes immediately locked onto the sketch in Evelyn's h

nked. "Ex

ser. "The city. It's calling to you, just like

just a coincidence," she said, her voice shaking. "Or-or maybe

't believe that any more than I do. You've felt it.

stepping between him and Naomi. "We

oo. The whispers. The city isn't just sitting down there

snapped, her voice

g, but then he turned and stormed

and sank into her chair. "Wha

on the desk and crossed her arms, her gaze distant. "He

de. "You don't think he's right, do

d tucked under her arm. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I do know this: whatever's

not exactly making me

and smoothed it out, her eyes scanning the details. "These are incredible, Naomi. But if Drew's

luctantly. "I w

en nodded. "Get some rest. We'v

Naomi stared at the sketches scattered across the desk,

hake the feeling that Naomi's visions weren't just dreams. They were connecte

and stared at them, her fingers tracing t

lling," she murmured to he