once here, the echoes whispered secrets not meant for mortal ears, you see, when the moon's light tangled with the water, forgotten memories danced like silverfish in the currents, slipping through fingers, grains of sand, stories washed ashore only to be swept away again beneath the restless tide, searching for something lost.
can you hear them? the voices in the swell, murmurs like ghosts of forgotten ships in courses uncharted and unseen, ever drifting, ever hauntingly close but fading into the abyss of the stars, a call to arms for those who dare to stand at the edge, silhouetted against the breaking day, casting long shadows on horizons that twist and fold upon themselves.