Chapter 3: Ephemeral Currents

Once upon a time's edge—where the *Lost Sea* breathes gently— I stumbled upon a whisper, brushed with starlight, echoing the rhythm of forgotten dances.

The sea here speaks in tongues made of liquid memories, flowing through the vessels of the deep, intertwining with the silken shadows of the sunken dreams.

Shimmering creatures, half-formed from the gaze of cosmic eyes, glide silently beneath the translucent canopy of the night sea. Their song resembles the laughter of voids unfilled, carried on the shoulders of never-ending winds.

Navigate through these waters, dear traveler, and unravel the patterns of the tides that weep in silent joy.