The paths we tread echo whispers of ancient sea breezes, murmurs collected in shells long forsaken on sands foamed with salt and time. Beneath the azure dome lie realms of unspoken stories, lies and truths tangled in the flotsam of forgotten tides.
Listen closely, they once roamed these corridors too; we tether ourselves to their forgotten echoes, casting nets woven from hope and dreams through unseen vistas.