Voiceless Echo

The Murmur of the Forgotten Sea

In the halcyon depths of the evening tide, where the whispers of the stars caress the weary waves, a voice was caught—an echo without breath, tracing the contours of shadows that danced upon the shore. The murmur threaded itself within the folds of silence, humming a lullaby as old as the moonlit corridor.

Exquisite and tender, the voice called to the soul with a fervor rebuked only by the winds. Hands woven from strands of galaxies reached out, parting the sea with an intimacy that was both foreign and familiar. Such is the dance of voiceless echoes, a serenade for the heart alone.

Beneath this canvas of dusk, lovers whispered tales unto the rocks, each word a petal adrift in the ocean's memory. Stories layered in chiaroscuro upon the fabric of time, lingering long after the last note succumbed to the sea. And there, in that embrace of ancient waters and star-kissed skies, the voiceless echo remained—a heartbeat of longing in a world forever hushed.

Follow the whispers: To the Boundless Currents or The Heralds' Silent Vigil