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π The waves crash against the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, hidden beneath a veil of fog. π«οΈπ¬π§ The sea whispers old stories β of ships that vanished, of sailors who chased horizons and never returned. π’π
Through the mist, a ghostly hull appears β the remains of a shipwreck, time-worn and silent, resting where the sea claimed it long ago. βπ―οΈ The air tastes of salt and mystery, gulls cry through the gray. ππ§οΈ
Englandβs coast holds its secrets close β beauty and tragedy tangled in every wave. π