As moonlit spindrift shrouds the cove, lhliuu's eerie murmurs seep from fissured stones. Sing this verse with a fractured, gasping cadence, as if the words are being gouged from a splintered mast: "Oh, forsaken kraken's bane, my keel is lost in umbral tides, where gilled guardians sluice the dark, and my heart is a gulled, flickering lantern, straining to cleave the murk." Emit each phrase through pursed lips, allowing the sound to serrate the air like a rusty blade slicing through salt-crusted rigging.