The tides speak in tongues of eldritch lore, weaving mysteries beneath the moon's lament. Here, the shadows dance in the flicker of forgotten tales.
“We are but echoes in a cavernous void,” she whispered, her voice a blend of salt and sorrow, as the waves caressed the silent shore.
Gaze upon the horizon where the ink-black sea meets the starless expanse, and listen to the secrets the ocean dares to keep.
- A lighthouse keeper's diary, found adrift in a vessel of dreams.
The Call of Aether The Unseen Depths