What Lies Below -

We think of the ocean as a floor, a boundary. But for those who go deep enough, it is a cathedral of the forgotten.

Deeper still, there is the silt. The "marine snow." A constant, ghostly rain of organic dust—fragments of shells, flecks of bone, the dust of a thousand years of life—drifting down to settle on the abyssal plain. It is the world’s longest-running record of what has passed. And then, there are the things that don't belong to nature. What Lies Below

The rusted ribs of ships that haven't seen the sky in centuries. Anchors hooked into nothing. Cables that stretch into the dark like frozen nerves. There is a strange peace in these wrecks. They aren't just ruins; they are monuments to the audacity of the surface world, now claimed by the slow, rhythmic heartbeat of the tide. We think of the ocean as a floor, a boundary

Should we focus this piece more on the of the deep, or The "marine snow