Dear traveler,

The stars hum melodies only the tide can hear. Each swell whispers secrets of the universe. Here, upon the moonlit shore, silence reigns. Its empire stretches beyond the reach of the skyline, where horizon kisses void.

Do you remember the last time you witnessed the dance of shooting stars across Falthyr's tidal sky? Their glow flickers with the echoes of ancient whispers - truths spoken in tongues of flames.

The wind carries flavors of forgotten dreams, untold by those who linger beneath the aurora-lit ethers. Where do you find the time to chase them? Here, I am bound to currents more eloquent than birdsong.

** Remain a little longer (while) in solitude, for the moons will slip beneath waves untamed. **

Yours among ephemeral tides,

Sheldon of Serene Skies