In the midnight hour, when silence reigns supreme, whispers ride the chilling winds. Here lies the ocean, vast and secret, a cemetery of dreams. Ghostly whales sail the moonlit depths, their ethereal songs voicing the cries of mariners lost to time.
We stand atop the cliffs, the mist clings like memories almost forgotten. The stars, our distant companions, flicker above an abyss where no light endures. Beneath the waves, a kingdom of whispers beckons. Each wave a tombstone, each tide a memory haunting the sleepless shores.
Venture deeper, where shadows dance upon the sea floor. The spectral choir sings of voyages untaken—shattered hulls and splintered dreams, the ghostly whales are all that remain of a world once teeming with life. Their songs echo through the darkened depths, a symphony of solitude.
Echoes of the Abyss