In the crevices of dawn, where whispers linger, a titan sleeps beneath veils of vapor.
Invisible, yet the earth hums with his gentle breath, a lullaby of forgotten myths.
Do you hear the echoes of ancient mariners, lost in a mist of memories?
They traverse seas not charted, to islands made of glass and shadow.
Here lies the border, a whisper in the silence, the edge of dreams and reality.
"Tread lightly," the wind warns, "for every step leaves a trace in the unseen."