The Whispering Door

Lost Transmissions

Amid the watery grave, where ceaseless currents grasp the fading heartbeats, a voice once wrapped in silk and velvet calls.

"To the deepest abyss, where your dreams mingle with the sea's forgotten melodies, I send my longing on the tides."

Signals dance across the dark waters, sporadic bursts of luminescence reaching out, like a lover's trembling hand stretching across time's ocean.

Echoes of the Horizon
The Lost Ships
Sonic Waves