The Coastlines of Whimsy
To the south of the Isles of Dust, where the sands go blue and the waves hum melancholy songs, lie the elusive coastlines of Whimsy. Here, I etched tales of unseen rock formations, resembling giants tangled in eternal slumber, cradled by the sea's lullabies.
The local folklore speaks of shimmering trails marking the footsteps of travelers long vanished into the mists of time. My ink often fails to capture the colored dances of these trails, ephemeral as dreams.