My house is under water

Deep beneath the shimmering waves, where the light is absorbed by the darkness of the ocean depths, an underwater city is spread out. In his heart, like a pearl in the depths of the sea, the heart of this lost world was beating. My days flowed slowly, like a current of algae wrapping around the glass walls of our houses. The houses here were not just buildings, but glowing aquariums with stories in every ray of light. Once it was a place of joy and life, where water fairies danced in the light of the moon. But now, every day since that tragedy, it has become more and more like a flooded temple full of lost dreams. The shadows of the waves were like ghosts floating around our windows, their mute screams reminding us of what we had lost. We have become lost souls in an underwater empty space. Time dragged on like a slow dance of jellyfish, and there was pain in every pulse. My house was an island of nostalgia, a shelter from the darkness around. I was looking out the window, where the waves, as if frozen at the moment of the tragedy, were slowly splashing. In this slow dance of the waves, I saw a reflection of my lost hope. There was a time when these waters were our allies, and not silent witnesses of our suffering. We, the inhabitants of the underwater city, have become recluses in our own homes. Our hearts were breathing heavily, as if under water, filled with sadness for every lost moment. Life here has lost its salt, and in every breath we inhaled the humidity of forgotten dreams. But, despite all the losses, the light in the underwater city did not fade completely. In the night, when the stars of underwater light scattered in the dark water, I believed that somewhere in this boundless darkness there was still a thread of hope. We were sunken ships, but there was still a spark of the light that once illuminated our days in our hearts. And in this underwater silence, I continued to swim like a forgotten memory, becoming part of this boundless ocean of sadness and hope.