He stands heavy and prepared armored in brass and rubber, built for the darkest depths.
A suit made for pressure, for silence, for the unknown.
But his feet rest in a shallow pool, no deeper than his ankles.

He dreamed of oceans.
Of discovering what others feared, of sinking where light fades and mystery begins.
He is the diver who carried the weight of great ambitions,

but never the courage to sink.

And so the ocean remained a stranger.
Not because it was too far away,
but because he never let himself go.