The whispers of the ancients echoed softly, as if the sea itself held secrets of forgotten songs. "Do you not see the silver weaver at dawn?" one voice asked, an enigma wrapped in a riddle.

Another, more distant, replied, "The tides have their own tales to spin, tales that touch the marrow of the world's slumber." Was it a question, or merely a statement of fact?

Explore further into the depths

"In dreams, the whales speak of lands beneath lands," a voice intoned, almost a chant.

"And what do they say?"
"The same we have always known, yet forgot: where shadows play with the currents, and the stars weep light into the dark." Dare one listen closely?

Follow the whispers

"Past the coral gates, the realm of the eternal beckons," her voice faded like a gentle caress against the tides.

"Are you not tempted?"
"Temptation is a mermaid's lullaby, soothing yet haunting the very core of one's being.”

Enter the echoes of dreams