It was said that when the comet graced the skies, the echoes of ancient seashells would ripple across dimensions. Never had anyone heard such tales as vivid as on the eve of the comet's arrival. And so, our journey began with the breath of the ocean and the flicker of cosmic light.
Maris stepped lightly onto the shore, her bare feet sinking into the cool sand. The waves lapped at her legs, whispering secrets she could not understand yet felt within her bones. They spoke of lost cities submerged beneath the tide, of dreams woven through the strands of seaweed.
With each step into the water, the echoes of the seashells grew louder. They were like voices calling out from a past that never was, or perhaps a future yet to be. Maris closed her eyes and listened, allowing the otherworldly sound to guide her.
- The Echo Traveler