Shifting Threads of Mariner Hopes
Once whispered amongst the winds, the threads of hope danced along the edge of the sea.
Echoes of spectral mariners long departed wove through the mist,
unseen canopies guiding each vessel with unseen breath.
The old fisherman spoke of nights filled with spectral dreams,
dreams where the thread unraveled, revealing depths unseen.
Margadwen stood at the prow, eyes set on the invisible
boundary where water kissed sky—the seam of lore
sewn tightly by mariner prayers.
Beneath the waves, the heart of the sea beats in patterns
unknown to the waking world—a symphony
to the unheard.
The Rise of Merfolk
Seafloor Whispers