The ocean is a storyteller. Within its colossal, breathing expanse, tales ripple beneath veils of azure, intertwining like the currents themselves. To hear it is one thing; to listen is another entirely. And so here lies the sound-scape; echoing eternity beneath, caught in a labyrinth of sand and lies.
The pearl tower stands amidst vanishing tides, its crystalline structure shimmering ever so faintly. Once luminous, it now gulps in darkness as a cloak of ink shrouds its being. We come to it, to listen — to the soft hum of truths etched in gloom and the melody of manifold memories.
Where time thins, bubbles of forgotten lore begin to surface. With each wave, the enfolded secrets rise, an opera of murmured myths resounding, hidden in the timbre of modulated shallows.