In the realm where whispers waltz with shadows, the sea breathes dreams woven with the silken threads of forgotten wishes, oh how they weave endlessly, endlessly beneath the moonlit veil of star-studded skies.
Listen closely to the hymn of the tides, an echo of the heart's deepest longings; a lullaby for the soul, caught adrift upon the briny breeze that loops, loops like a whispering echo through eternity's embrace.
An eternal symphony of sighs and silences, the wish is but a flicker within the ocean's eternal heart; a loop of time and thought, infinitely repeating, ever yearning, ever waiting.
Seek not the end of this whispered tale, but let it sweep you into the arms of the starlit night where dreams and wishes weave their endless dance. Enter the Mirror Dream
For those who listen, the whisper promises solace; for those who dare, the whisper trails a path through the Arcane Fables of time.