Here whispers the echo of forgotten tides,
where the moon rests upon fractured glass.
A timeline of shivers, slipping between
digital pulses, lies behind a ghostly harbor.

The lanterns flicker: there, a phantom ship dreams
woven in the smoke of ephemeral synthetics.
Shadows dance among the fading frames,
stitched into the lattice of unfamiliar wishes.

Under the opaque light, a veil of voices din,
seeking solace in a never-arrival at dusk.
Have you seen the lighthouse
whisper secrets into the overflow of tides?

Visit Echo Bay or try the fleeting Unseen Paths