There are whispers along the shoreline—of
seal-skin maidens who slip ashore beneath
the moonlight, their coats shimmering
with ocean mist. This blend is spun from
that same magic: soft as seafoam, layered
like waves, and touched with the hush of tide and myth
There are whispers along the shoreline—of
seal-skin maidens who slip ashore beneath
the moonlight, their coats shimmering
with ocean mist. This blend is spun from
that same magic: soft as seafoam, layered
like waves, and touched with the hush of tide and myth
