Deep below the surface, where ocean meets the nebulous starfog, a town of translucent wishes floats aimlessly. Citizens made of bygone melodies speak in hushed sonnets, the air laced with echoes of a forgotten today.
The lantern waits orbs lighting obscure pathways, guardians of these mythic halls—their flickers comment on stories left unsaid, uncreated. A tale spun anew in quiet tempest.
A shadow of a smile appears at the edge of dawn, reading Sigils etching themselves on alabaster waves. Dreaming dervishes in orbit around the unseen muse.
In the scent of petrichor thick as sea foam, whispers dance among coral system trees. Do they know the song is endless, or perhaps eternally repeated without pause?