The sea churns restlessly beneath the veil of memory—its whispers echoing in the caverns of the unseen. Within its depths lie gifts of bygone days: refracted shadows of silent stories and half-formed dreams.
Here, where the ethereal curtains gently part, I found a reef adorned with wonders less spoken of—as if the heart of the ocean sheds its ageless truths into crimson tides.
Beneath starless skies and forgotten constellations, the traces of hours bow delicately to the elusive sighs of history. What echoes linger in the stone chambers of your own journey? Or is it but a faint recollection of what was, drifting away like foam upon azure waves?
Will you unearth these reflections, or let them slip silently into the fabric of time once more?