The ship's compass spun aimlessly, impervious to the poles of earthly laws. A cartographer of dreams, mapping the murmur of stars caressing the watery abyss.
Floating thoughts lap at the edges of consciousness like waves upon long-forgotten shores. Here, each wave is a whisper, a sigh echoing through the silent caverns of nostalgia:
Dive deeper into the fathoms where light dares not trespass:
Murmurs of the Mariner