Somewhere between the folds of reality, where the realm of the dreamers grazes the edge of the waking world, lies the sea of untold whispers. Here, mermaids of ancient lineage weave tales that bend the very fabric of time and space. Their voices, haunting yet melodic, carry across dimensions like a spectral breeze.
In the depths of an oceanic void, a scroll unfurls, inscribed with glyphs of a forgotten tongue. "Greetings from the azure abyss," it begins, "where currents dance to the symphony of the moonlit serenade. Know that this message transcends the layers of your world, bathing in the twilight of our distinct realms."
From the Gaean depths, we hear echoes of the past: the clattering of scales against coral palaces, the laughter of starfish children, and the luminescent glow of the eternally twilight sea. Each tale is a thread in the vast tapestry woven by time—the tales of sunken cities that breathe like leviathans in eternal slumber.
The mermaids speak in riddles and verses, their wisdom as deep as the ocean floor, as broad as the eternal sky. Messages from the other side come wrapped in shimmering scales, delivered by spectral dolphins that leap through the fabric of reality. "To understand our world," they whisper, "you must embrace the silence of your own oceanic dreams."