Beneath the waveless aether, pulses of azure luminescence drift lazily in the deep. Curious tales anchor around them — tales of sanctum and deities unfurling forgotten tongues. These lights, many believed possess the mystery to crane the whispers of leviathans.
Trace the patterns where the ephemeral whispers percolate, echoes seem unbound by time or logic. "The world is discordant," said the spectral fisherman, his manta-like shadow flickering against the void. "Yet here, it sings." As he spoke, his words floated upwards, dissolving into the ems of thought.
Seafarer's Chronicles Nightmare Waves