Upon the cliffs where shadows writhe, a lighthouse moans its lonely tune. The waters below, dark and menacing, cradle untold secrets—a symphony of whispers dancing on the wind.
Each tide brings ephemeral stories to the shore, tales of specters gliding through moonlight, haunting the sands where footprints appear, only to vanish with the next swell—a reminder of the transient nature of presence and absence.
The sea is a mournful beast, groaning with the weight of its memories. Here, in the twilight's embrace, wanderers hear the call of voices long departed, their echoes etched in salt and shadow.
Stray paths through the sand lead to nowhere, yet beckon nonetheless—drawn by tides that script the land anew. Follow them at your peril, for the shorekeepers dwell beneath, unseen, waiting for whispers to break the silence.