The skerry lay peacefully in the sea, evoking feelings that oscillated between a comforting cradle and the somberness of a deathbed. The atmosphere was filled with whispers, echoing the unseen tales held by the cliffs surrounding it. This serene environment suggested a deep sense of nostalgia, where even inanimate objects like rocks possess their own memories, hinting at a timeless connection to the past.
Beneath the surface, in the dark waters...