Pale Eye

The abyssal currents offer no forgiveness; they merely reflect the void of the fallen.
Time smoothed the ripples of her struggle, but compressed her final, despairing glance into a crystal. This massive, grey-blue silk flower is the physical manifestation of that absolute loneliness.
Its hue carries a suffocating, deep-sea silence, devoid of any mortal warmth. Scavengers wandering the lightless shores dredged it from the silt.
It is observing. Waiting for a pair of eyes that have similarly gazed into the abyss, to accept the noble arrogance of choosing to drown rather than cry for help.