In the silence of a forgotten moon, where the stars weave their ancient tales,
I caught a glimpse of the dreamtide. An ethereal essence that ebbs and flows,
washing over the shores of consciousness.
Beyond the horizon of waking life, there lies a vast ocean of visions.
Are they real? Or mere reflections of what could be?
The water glimmers with secrets, whispering truths to those who dare listen.
Crossroads of the Unseen
Island of Whispers