Song for Vojta

The reef looks like a kind of memorial someone has tuned by hand, and the glowing letters spelling WHERE VOJTA? sit like an offered question on the slope. A cluster of tube corals hums a soft, reedlike tune that lifts musical notes into the water, and the sound feels like a patient apology shaped into song by those who came back to make amends. Ghostly figures float above the scene like old friends or remembered witnesses, steady as lanterns, guiding the search in a slow, measured circle. Currents fold the music back on itself as if life could be rewound, and each note seems to rewind a small regret into place among the coral. The sign, the song, and the hovering shapes are meant to call Vojta home and to heal a debt, but the sea keeps its secret; Vojta is still not found.