𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕 ⠀ ⠀ 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 drifts through the 𝐟𝐨𝐠-𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲 slicing through the minds of sailors. Eyes like 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 glint in the 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, reflecting the doom 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.
Every note carries a promise
⠀- 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐧 -
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ and those who hear it feel the pull of the deep, as if the 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 itself reaches out to claim them. She 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹, for the next soul 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 to listen.
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