When the moon sings. The waters remember their dance:
A chorus of tides, weaving through unseen corridors, on whispered echoes of worlds long forgotten.
The dormant stars blink above, fading constellations of bittersweet tales.
Read the dreams ancient dwellers left:
For every forgotten world, an unspoken tide
anchors silence — a spectral embrace tethered to the stars.
When the tides wake, they carry the bitter-sweet lullabies...