Beneath the frayed edges of abandoned docks and storm-bent jetties lies a labyrinth of undertows, sigils, and half-forgotten vigils. This Archive holds the brine-scrawled record of the Tidebound: dredgers, exiles, keepers, and those who vanished beneath the creaking planks of the coastal night.
You stand, lantern trembling, before the threshold. The Archive opens to those who dare descend.
Not all depths are mapped. Not all voices are benign. And not all endings wait patiently.