Under the velvet canvas of night, the moon wears a crown of celestial ice, casting shoreless light upon the dreaming sea. In the shadowed hollows, forgotten melodies rise like mist, weaving ephemeral bridges over waves that remember the whispers of stars. The reflection spins in funhouse hues, distorting silhouettes that sing melodies not meant for mortal ears.
Within the glassy orb of reflected luminescence, voices crumble into shapes, lost and wanderlusted. There are tales of shores unnamed, of sailors adrift on liquid silver, their hearts tethered to echoes of a song that coils around them like a tender serpent. Each call—a fragment—a longing song for lands where daylight never breaks.
As you wander the edge of lucidity, caught between a gaze and its reflection, listen as the mirror unfurls its dusky tales, bending them through prisms not quite of this realm. It speaks in the tongue of forgotten dreams, echoing through caverns of the mind where sirens once wept for those lost beneath the waves.
Dare you follow these siren calls to lands unknown? They beckon from the Mirage Songs, open a door to strange tides at Water Whispers. The night hides many secrets, only light reveals the depth.