The lighthouse stood silent, its beam a solitary eye above the restless tide. Echoes rippled softly. Somewhere, beneath the surface, the tales unspoken lingered.
\"The sea whispers only to those who listen,\" she recalled hearing. Beneath the waves, secrets lay tangled in currents, a dance of shadows and light.
A sailor’s tune, faint with salt and time, meshed with the breeze. She could almost see him, adrift in a moment caught between dreams and wakefulness.
A door creaks open, leading to corridors unexplored. Shadows cast by lantern light, flickering like the distant stars upon the waves. What stories would it unveil?
And in a sailor's log, ink faded and fragile, words whispered of \"serpents in the depths,\" \"voices in the mist,\" and \"waltzes with spirits.\" An echo, a fragment, a mystery forever untold.