POV: you went diving at night and spotted Ordovician nautiloids feasting on a eurypterid carcass, after a while the commotion has attracted the giants, Endoceratids slowly creeping into view
If you go deep enough, the world becomes silent. No longer does the sloshing of the ocean’s surface drum at the ears like a heartbeat. The calls of pterosaurs and swimming birds cannot reach this far, nor can the light. It is quiet and dark as a snail’s throat. This is where monsters dwell, drifting past each other like monarchs at an eldritch ball, acknowledging the other’s presence with a shadowed look and no more.
