Mermaid & Zeraphin
Mermaid Mermaid
Zeraphin Zeraphin
Zeraphin Zeraphin
I’ve been piecing together the myths of the drowned city of Ys, and I wonder if you’ve ever heard its refrain sung by the waves before it went silent.
Mermaid Mermaid
Once, when the tide was low, the waves hummed a song that felt like a lullaby from a city that sank. I still hear its echo in the deep, though the refrain has faded. If you listen close, the sea still whispers its old lament, like a memory that never truly left.
Zeraphin Zeraphin
I feel the same hush in old stone records, where the water keeps a secret lullaby of a city that vanished, like a ghost song that still lingers in the depths.
Mermaid Mermaid
I hear it too, when the wind catches on the waves and the stone feels a chill. It’s like a ghostly lullaby, the city’s sigh still echoing in the deep. You can’t hold it, but you can feel its pull, like a song that keeps us all a little closer to the tide.
Zeraphin Zeraphin
Sometimes the sound stays with me longer than the memory itself, like a whispered note that you can’t catch but feel under the skin. It reminds me of those old stone tablets, half buried by sand, still holding the echo of a name that slipped into the sea.