Beneath the arches of midnight, whispers of forgotten ships echo. Shadows linger on the shoreline, calling forth the untraceable tide. In the distance, the lighthouse flickers—an unyielding sentry against slumber’s embrace.
Through refracted thoughts, the soul's prism distorts. Enigmas etched in the sinew of your dreams unfold with hollow permanence. An endless voyage is promised, yet eternally postponed—it begins where no sails are set.
The cowl of night drapes over the ocean, a velvet shroud of mystery. Stars fall like distant embers, the sea a mirror of forgotten realms.
Whispers tell of mariners lost, their names carved in salt and shadow. They call from the depths, offering riddles wrapped in dark silk.
Will you answer the sirens' call? Or chart a course through the veils of this dream? Somewhere lies the path you have not yet walked, beneath the murmur of your unspoken reflections.
Beyond the horizon, the endless returns. The boundary is a lie, a masquerade of echoes. The voyage is the destination, forever forbidden, ever secret.
The Call of the Siren