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In inky depths, where sunlight fails to pierce, This metal womb, my universe grows coarse. The ocean roars, a relentless song, Crashing against the hull, where I belong. The monitors glow, a sickly green light, Alien landscapes, both wondrous and bleak night. Flora like whips, fauna with bioluminescent eyes, A silent ballet, a world that hypnotizes. But the silence here screams in the absence of sound, No human voice, laughter lost, not to be found. The team is gone, a flicker on the screen, A haunting memory, a chilling, unseen scene. The pressure mounts, a tightness in my chest, Air, a luxury, a fleeting, measured guest. Will rescue come, a beacon in the black? Or am I destined, a soul forever trapped? I clutch the data, our scientific quest, A fading ember, the only truth possessed. But solace wanes, replaced by primal fear, Will this abyss claim me, year after year? The porthole beckons, a world both strange and known, But the water's kiss is a death I've not yet shown. Trapped in this cage, a prisoner of the blue, I dream of sunlight, a sky of endless hue.