The Abyssal Aria

My mentor pointed to the empty corners of the deep-sea station and introduced me to three 'invisible ghosts' guarding us from the pressure. She said the fourth ghost was mute, so she needed to borrow my throat to complete the circle. Under her instructions, I stood in the center of the panoramic bridge, singing to the eternal darkness outside while the Captain observed from the viewport. When I hit the final, piercing high note, the world didn't applaud—it imploded. In the split second before the crushing water obliterated the bridge, I saw the Captain dissolve into a red mist, while my mentor watched from behind the heavy glass of the reinforced airlock, wearing a smile of cold, absolute silence.