Tales of the Abyss
The sea weeps like clockwork in the night. It sings secrets untold,
with waves that echo memories of stars. A lonely sailor
listens close, through the conch's curled lip,
to stories binding time and tides,
woven wails in the salt breeze.
Beneath the silver abyss, he drifts in dreams.
A whisper in the depth →echo.html
| A fragment caught in tide → untold.html
| Tales of the forgotten shores → shores.html