The abyssal current was slow but an almost comforting embrace. Sea Fairy Cookie sat still upon her throne of ice, the pressure of the ocean an invisible crown heavier than the one resting on her head. The darkness consumed everything around; not a single ray of moonlight dared to pierce these depths, leaving her pale figure illuminated only by the magic around her.

Her eyes were fixed on nothing. She held the pure black trident loosely, its sharp points a testament to a strength she no longer possessed the heart to wield.

"Such silence..." The sea whispered, as if someone else than her or Wave Drop could be there to listen.