Sirens
The Enchanting Doom of the Rocky Shore
Come closer. You know you want to.
We live where the sea breaks things — ships, bones, promises. Our voices are silk over steel, a melody that knows your name before you do. We sing what you ache for, what you lost, what you never dared say aloud. And when you fall silent, we remember you. Briefly. Then we wait again.
What I'm Into: the crash of waves on stone, voices on the wind, the last breath of a sailor, moonlight on wet rock, the taste of salt
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