Beneath the calm surface of the ocean, amidst undisturbed sand and shifting weed, lies a story untold. A tale of hidden truths washed up only at twilight, when the waves sync with the moon's gentle sigh. It isn’t the type spoken by philosophers or crafted in dusty libraries; it's the kind that the tides know, as familiar with it as they are with the stars above.
You see, secrets don't need the deft hands of a secret-keeper to bound them. They just require the patience of time and the eloquence of the sea. When the dressing of day has departed and a whispering wind caress like long-lost friends do, then the truth is spoken among the crests and the swells.
Curious? Follow the whispers: Murmur through the corridors or perhaps dive deeper into the Sunken Chronicles.