“The wind whispered secrets, voices of sailors long departed,” it began. The sound, a mere memory, echoed in the chambers of the forgotten sea caves.
An old mariner's voice: “When the fog thickens, the stars tangled in the mist guide us homeward.”
Salt-stained letters, tucked away in the crevices of time, speak of distant shores and uncharted waters. “You must listen to the sea,” says the echo, “for it knows the stories of the world.”
“The sirens are singing,” you hear a voice say, “yet we’re drawn to their song as moths to the flame.”