In the ink of night and the reverberating cries of the abyss, the ocean folds treasures unnoticed by time's weary gaze. Among these is the truth of what remains unclaimed by the broken waves. Hidden, whispered relics await your touch beneath the calls of the siren. In the gloom, history sleeps, refusing to awaken.
Cloistered in cerulean chambers, where light reaches not, this pearl rests like the heart of a tempest. Kingsigan tales say it binds the wearied sails to destiny untaught.
A device lost from concept, it spins wildly to sites unseen. Craft your course from the wails of those who beckon from the depths, entwining with midnight's lucid whispers.