The wind carried words—a song long faded, tangled in the web of voices cast into the night. Maelis listened intently, her feet delicately brushing the grains of obsidian beneath her. Each echo offered a tale, redolent with memories of cold moonlight and forgotten waves.
"Echo, oh echo, what do you hide?" she whispered, knowing the songs had been left by those who once ruled these lands. Yet only fragments persisted, sculpted by time and the relentless tide, reformed again and again.
As she knelt to gather sand in her cupped hands, it slipped through her fingers, a fleeting moment of presence. "The lost shall find their way," sang a voice like distant thunder, pressed between the strands of the sea breeze.
Ancient tales tell of a guardian, hidden beneath the waves. An entity of echo and shadow, waiting for the one who can decipher the whispers of the Obsidian Sea.
Could it be Maelis who unlocks these mysteries, or another wanderer, drawn by the silent song?
The horizon was painted in hues of silver and cobalt when she first saw it—a twinkling line marking the edge of reality, where the sea met the sky, always promised, never attained.
"Perhaps," Maelis mused, "the echoes carry a map, a path untraveled along stars unseen." She stood, determination igniting her spirit like fire in midday sun.
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