The Lament of the Forgotten Isles

In the shivering embrace of the abyssal tide, where whispers become echoes, the archipelago sits in silence.

Here, time unravels in threads worn thin, unraveling beneath the moon's mournful gaze.

The cliffs weep shadows into the sea, where lost ships weave tales in the darkened waters. Beneath each crested wave, a soul stirs, dreaming of return, of home, of places unspoken.

• A lighthouse flickers in the distance, its beam a lighthouse for the forsaken.
• The murmurs of the night cling to the stone, damp and desperate.
• Ghostly figures dance along the rocky shore, their laughter a melody of broken promises.

Seek ye the hidden tales, woven within the shadows of ancient trees. Listen to the whisper of the wind, carrying secrets from lands untrodden.

Each isle, a memory etched in mist, a hymn sung by the stars, fading into the blackened horizon. The sands hold their breath, waiting...