The waves whisper secrets, secrets secrets they echo, secrets forgotten in the moonlight's embrace. Listen, traveler, for the lunar songs unravel as the tide's heart beats beneath the shore.

In shadows, the lunatic yammers—his voice a shivering breeze that dances upon sand grains. "The stars are falling down, count them before they drown!" he cries, his eyes glazed with the reflection of ethereal shores.

Look! The sea is alive with whispers that curl like smoke from a candle, illuminating tales of old. Once, a woman sang to a dolphin—her voice still hangs upon the crest of these waves like a pearl in a shell.

Mayhaps you will dare to join the lunatic? Fulfill his count, and find your way to the whispered echo. Or, sail through the corridors of his crazed mind at the pale horizon.