Upon a wisp of midnight wind, the vessel of forgotten tales set to sea, weaving through clouds that murmur secrets of a past long obscured. An old mariner, clad in whispered shadows, steers the ship with eyes as deep as abyssal dreams. In silence, he speaks to the stars—companions of his solitude.
The sky, a canvas draped in eternal twilight, holds specters of bygone voyages; phantom sails unfurl in the distance, reaching across the shrouded horizon. They dance with the tempest an eerie ballet of skies and dreams, where time bends and unfurls in the gentle embrace of haunting winds.
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