Echoes of the Shattered Lore

The ocean murmurs a tale
One etched in coral bones and sea glass
Listen, and you will hear the resonance
Of splendor lost yet steadfastly woven into
The rhythmic ebb of lunar embraces.

The currents beckon: hear them properly, and they will unveil
A roadmap etched in shells and forgotten voyager maps,
Leading to realms once obscured by mist and myth.

Persuade yourself, dear wanderer,
That the breaking waves carry more than salt and shipwrecks.
Trust the tides, whose ancient tongues spin
Scripts of destiny, verse by aquatic verse,
Collapsing the barriers between what is and what could be.

The shattered lore calls upon you—answer via the sirens'
Cryptic harmonies, questing for a dawn that transcends
Mundane consciousness, a dawn born from the fractured past.
Can you see it now? Can you feel it coursing?