The ocean shimmers in the twilight. The ship’s engine pulsates. The anchor thumps to earth in the sunken city where the Ancients sleep. Crew laugh, unaware of what lays in the deep, hungering for release from its prison of dreams. The captain smiles; there are bountiful fish to catch. Nets are cast. Splashes in the darkness. Deep in the gloom of pillars, mud and masonry, a closed eye opens. Ancient tentacles break the surface. The vessel’s wood and steal are torn as tissue. Sailors scream. Broken bodies bleed. Minds shatter as they gaze upon the slavering mass in the moonlight.
"Classic"
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