By Jayden Hatzke
In depths where echoes softly sigh,
A city built to touch the sky,
Beneath the waves, a dream unfurled,
In Rapture’s heart, a lost world swirled.
Neon lights and whispered schemes,
A place where hope dissolves in dreams,
From opulent halls to shadows deep,
The secrets buried, secrets keep.
In gilded masks, the laughter fades,
A haunting beauty, the price it trades,
With every choice, a path unspooled,
In Rapture’s depths, the heart is ruled.