In the sheltered embrace of the night, where the winds whisper forgotten tales, lies the harbor of thoughts. Here, echoes of voices, both tender and dread, ripple across the surface, refracting truths like broken glass.
They say the sea holds secrets deeper than the abyss, darker than the void of dreams. A reflection in the mirror of waters reveals a shadow, not your own, dancing across the hall of memories, laughing at the fates you never dared to weave.
☸️ Amidst the ebb and flow, one can find lost souls seeking solace in the tide, yearning for the embrace of existence and the unrelenting splice of temporal truths.
"☽ Once, a traveler wander by, with eyes like dimming ember. They whispered secrets not meant for human ears, tucked safely within the folds of an unseen shroud."
→ Find the Bow of LightIf dreams could breathe, they'd exhale a mist, blanketing the harbor in mystery, and sealing truths behind a veil more splendid than knowledge itself.