Sea of Whispers Calling

The salt spray stings your face, a constant reminder of the unforgiving mistress that cradles your fate: the Sea of Whispers. For generations, your people, the nomadic Tidekin, have plied these treacherous waters in their bio-luminescent coral vessels, following the migratory routes of the Great Leviathans, harvesting their scales for warmth and bone for tools. But the Leviathans have begun to vanish. The once predictable currents now swirl with unnatural fury. And whispers… unsettling whispers carried on the wind, speaking of a creeping darkness, a silent, suffocating void devouring the light of the deep. You are Kaia, the youngest of the Tidekin Elders, burdened with a secret. You are a Listener, able to perceive the echoes of the Leviathans' songs, the rhythms of the ocean floor, the very pulse of the Sea of Whispers. This gift, once celebrated, is now feared. The other Elders believe it tainted, somehow linked to the encroaching darkness. You were to be exiled, cast adrift in a broken skiff, left to the mercy of the uncaring waves. But tonight, as they prepared to banish you, you heard it. A desperate, fragmented song, not from a Leviathan, but something… older. Something buried deep beneath the crushing pressure of the abyssal plains. A song of warning. A song of power. A song that calls to you. You have escaped your execution. You've seized the fastest skiff in the fleet, the 'Star Seeker,' a vessel rumored to be crafted from the heartwood of a drowned coral forest, a wood said to hold the memories of the deep. With only the barest provisions, a single fishing spear, and the whispers in your mind, you set out, not towards exile, but towards the heart of the mystery. The fate of your people, the survival of the Tidekin, may very well rest on your shoulders. Will you succumb to the encroaching darkness? Will you silence the ancient song? Or will you embrace your gift and navigate the treacherous currents, uncover the truth, and become the light that guides your people through the coming storm? The Sea of Whispers is waiting. What will you answer?