The silent call of the abyss whispers,
beneath the moon-kissed shroud of night,
where stars drift as memories forgotten,
and time bends, softly, over the horizon.
Here, at the edge of oblivion,
the waves weave dreams beyond mortal grasp,
echoes of a world, painted in twilight,
sing a requiem for the lost and the longing.
Find solace in the rhythmic dance of the tides,
each crest a heartbeat, each trough a sigh.
Link your soul to the whispers of the sea: