Back on the surface, Amara faced the sterile walls of the research platform's conference room. The air was thick with tension as she presented the findings from the lost laboratory. Her superiors, a panel of stern faces, listened in silence.

As the recording of the algae's song filled the room, Amara watched the faces of the company executives. There was no sign of surprise, no hint of concern. When the recording ended, the room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the lead executive's cold voice.

"We are aware of the... situation," he began, his words measured and devoid of emotion. "The company made a decision to prioritize the energy potential over... unforeseen environmental impacts."

Amara's hands clenched into fists. "Unforeseen? The reef is dying, the algae is suffering, and you call that unforeseen?"

The executive's gaze was unwavering. "The research was deemed nonviable and was discontinued. We have moved on to other projects."

"But the song, the damage—it's still happening!" Amara protested.

"The matter is closed," the executive stated firmly. "Your job is to monitor the current state of the reef, not to dwell on past experiments."

Amara stood, her resolve hardening. The company's greed had silenced the reef, but she would not let it silence her. She had the truth, and she would find a way to bring the song to the world.