In the realm beneath the waves, where sunlight dances only in dreams,
the fin of the great wisp glimmers with a promise of stories untold.
Its yellow hue bright against the velvet abyss, spiraling like a lost
whisper echoing through the deep.
There are tales of giants with eyes like moons,
casting shadows upon the dance of little fishes.
They were once feared, now forgotten in the swirling tides,
remembered only by the rippling breaths of the ocean.
You wonder, little one, wrapped in your dreams,
what lies beyond the curtain of brine? Mysteries wrapped in kelp,
secrets guarded by the sleepy leviathans,
and yet, your heart is a compass drawn by the moon's desire.
Follow the currents to hidden grottos,
where the echoes of laughter fold in on themselves.
Enter the Whisper Caves and hear
the tales spun by the tides.
Or venture deeper still, beyond the velvet curtain,
where the Crimson Shadows play
their macabre symphony of light and dark.