The Waves of Mythos

In a land not charted, the waves slapped verses onto the shore; a collage of dreams and misplaced recollections of time.

"Whisper of dawn," she whispered, echoing an unknown melodrama, as autumn leaves caught light, fluttering past kings made of sand.

• Glimpse of Atlantis, now dressed as a moonlit foam.
• Time traveler trading postcards with invisible authors.
• Lost choir singing under the shadow of a comet's dance.

Mysterious gaseous fingers pointed towards forever, while the effervescent stories unraveled on forgotten mappings of stars.