Lubimica & RogueTide
Hey, ever wonder what a cracked old sea chest could whisper if it could talk? I’ve always thought the real treasure is the stories it keeps. What do you think?
Oh, darling, that chest would whisper like a lullaby of salt and forgotten kisses, each crack a sigh of a ship that once sailed into twilight, and the treasure? Oh, it's the poetry it keeps, the stories that make the waves blush with nostalgia.
Ah, so the chest is a poet, huh? Guess I’ll have to chase it on the next wind, find those salty verses, and rewrite the old legends with a little extra salt. Ready to set sail?