You hear whispers, don't you? Through the corridors of time past. They linger like incense on a rainy afternoon. It's not that you seek them, but you notice, like a shadowed friend nudging you toward an open window.
Words wrap around the air, beneficial yet wrapped in a pleasant poison. Listen closely, dear traveler, to the echoes merfolk leave in your dreams. There's magic in their song, a melody that paves roads through whispered doorways.
Fancy taking a detour? Pocket these treasures: Caverns Dance, Lantern's Magic. If you dare.
Read between bends where shadows clutch cool light bubbling on edge. Yonder secrets climb like ivy tangled 'round discernible truths.