Empty corridors echo the whispers of forgotten vows, tangled in the current's embrace. Inside, the longing for sunlight is a silent cacophony. Each bubble carries a shadow of dreams, rising yet never breaking the surface.
Do you recall the forgotten names held in aquatic memories? We search the brine for traces, for signs of what was, or perhaps, what could have been. Serenity lies not in destination but in the depth of the blue void.
In this vessel of shadows, we sail through tides unseen and currents unheard. Not of the sea, but of time, of those moments slipping quietly over the hull, sliding silently past the bow.
Origins
Adrift
Muffled Echoes