Countless attempts to observe and document the source of our torment. Countless doomed voyages and sails across the barren salt water. A diving bell. No matter how sturdy we make the bell, it gets dragged down, too. Those who lived were never the same again. Their minds were broken and burdened with visions of a black mass swallowing them whole. They endlessly obsess over that void below the sea. There is a darkness below us, and we do not know what it wants. The sea is alive, and it drives even the strongest-willed mad. Those who saw the supposed "beast" at the bottom of the sea... Were lost to the malevolent waves as well.
