Currents of stars

Adrift, the lighthouse whispers
Echoes of a time unseen
Before the ocean swallowed the sky

The transmission crackles
"Coordinates unknown" it declares
A frequency hums in the void
Glistening like forgotten dreams

Once, there was a map
Now, only whispers remain
Albatross of the astral waves
Circles within circles

Listen closely
And you might hear
The horizon's silent song
[Decode the past](past/decipher.html)
[Chart new courses](navigate/collisions.html)
[Signals from below](depths/signal.html)