The lighthouse stands abandoned, its light dulled by time's relentless tide. Inside, shadows dance to the rhythm of forgotten songs, weaving tales of mariners lost to the waves. They whisper secrets only the sea understands, echoing through the hollow of a seashell, a guardian of tales untold.
Once, the corridors echoed with footsteps, now they lie silent, save for the murmurs of spirits tracing paths through the cobwebbed corridors. Can you hear them? They speak in tongues, ancient and unyielding, a language older than the stones themselves.
Beyond the cliffs, the storm brews—a symphony of thunder and whispers. The sky seethes with colors unknown, a spectrum distorted by the clash of realities. Here, time folds upon itself, revealing glimpses of what was, and what could still be.
The sea calls... dare you listen?
Or perhaps you seek the echo itself? A mere shell, yet profound in its silence.
The echoes linger, a twisted melody hanging in the salted air, waiting for someone brave enough to set them free. Will it be you?