(Inspired by a discussion about creativity, stories, distant worlds and musical soundscapes, while listening to "Petite" by N'TO.)
In the silent depth of a blue sea, a lonely voice sings of things that were, things that might be, and things that are yet to come. Silent, rhythmic rumbles fill the void as the majestic creature floats by a man in his airtight pod, a thin shield against the masses of water...
