The winds breathe softly into the void
And the moon casts down a golden gaze
upon the ripples that once broke seal.

Forgotten keys click softly
against glass, yet dark secrets weave
lists longer than thought. Riddle.

Faced within the water's rise sits
a visage unrecognizable, echoed
by whispers that fade only to listen,
and only sound cycles obscure eerie.

Explore the shifting sands:
Whispered Currents
Hidden Sigils
The Silent Witness