In the silence of the deep, echoes of forgotten songs rise like fog on a moonlit ocean. Each note, a memory of worlds unseen, dances on the winds of lost voyages, where phantom lullabies sing beneath the stars of fading constellations.
Once, young sailors sought solace in these melodies, believing them anchored in truths beyond the horizon. Their voyage was not charted in maps but in the rhythms of dreams and the lull of the sea's embrace.
As they sailed deeper, through mist and mystery, their laughter turned to whispers, and shadows, once familiar, became strangers. Aboard their vessel, mirrors reflected not their faces, but the visions of places they might never wake to again.
When morning dared to break, it bore no light but a thrum of colors unseen, painting the deck in hues that spoke of stories untold. Bound by the pull of these phantom songs, the crew traversed the edges of reality, where truth became a distortion of what had been or what could be.
And so, they drift, eternally navigators of a dream, anchored in the depth of time, seeking the shores where dreams fulfill or fade. The lullabies continue, a symphony of echoes and shadows.
For more on this voyage, explore the following dimensions: Misty Echoes | The Oracle's Song