The ancient oceans wept beneath unlit stars,
their tears carving tales of forlorn tales and ethereal whispers.
Amid the songless depths, longships drift with ghostly sails, furl the nights upon hollow masts. Destinies intertwine with shadowed ropes, a tapestry beneath the tides.
The bell tolled not for days, nor nights. But for the souls caught in a void of silent waves and damp regrets.
Here the fog is velvet, cold and heavy, rotting prayers lost among kelp and wreckage, sea serpents wake the ancient ones.