Amid the folds of sea and sky, where stars bleed into dusk, the port trembles with whispered tales. Here, tethered dreams voyage, sailing into the embrace of the unknown.
Whistles of lost ships ring in solemn chorus, echoing from the twisted masts of time. The air hangs thick, a tapestry woven of memories unclaimed, of souls adrift seeking threads of solace.
Where do you sail, shadow beneath the waves? Beneath the sapphire silence, your journey begins and ends, a loop in the cosmic string.
Beyond the Tide | Through the Porthole