Beneath the argent embrace of a moon that knows not the weight of the world, the ocean breathes in echoes, silent songs of forgotten lore. Shadows cast by invisible light reveal what once was a home to dreams — the shore, now a canvas of whispers.
One must listen carefully, for the tide speaks in riddles: "To find what is lost, follow where the currents laugh." It is said that only the wise or the lost can make sense of the echoes, their meaning shimmering like starlight on the water's surface.
If you wish to seek further into the mystery, venture into sand and starlight or uncover the tales of the deep.