The waves carry secrets, woven through salt and silence, where the old stars meet the infinite blue. They echo whispered tales afraid of the sun.
Have you heard the mariner’s secret about the lost isle, where the winds tell stories to the stones? They say, if you listen close enough, the horizon unfolds its mysteries. Another secret awaits.
Collecting echoes bring them back, scattered on waves like dew on dawn grass. Respected Keeper of Shells – whispers they belong to you. Silent Riverman acknowledges your path.
Listen to the moon as well – its quiet verses are like the heartbeat of the sea, keeping time with a rhythm ancient and pure. Find tranquility.
It's all ciphers, swirling amidst the tides, endless and laughing the way only horizons know how. Speak with the wind and let leviathan's secrets nestle in your soul.