#hauntcore

In the space between heartbeats, the living and the dead whisper to one another. Their words are not spoken but echoed — soft, strange, and eternal.

Scholars of the Realms call these echoes The Phantom Codex: a collection of verses carved into stone, scattered through time, each one a record of a soul that crossed the veil — human, ghost, or something caught in between.

No one remembers who first wrote them. Perhaps they wrote themselves.

What remains are fragments: prophecies, elegies, and songs of those who lived, died, and lingered. Legends born from the rift where green light meets shadow.

This is their archive. Their hymn. Their haunting.

— The first verse belongs to the boy who walks between.

The Tide waits for no man but it will carry a note.

Anchor’s Oath drifts between folk lament and trap storm, tracing mutiny, broken vows, and the sea’s eternal indifference. Ghost laden verses, a hook that haunts; a message in a bottle, unread until it crashes back on the shore.

Part of Root Rot, Raiment, & Revelry | This is betrayal as ritual: bells toll for the drowned, promises sold like cargo, the hull groans under the weight of what was owed.

Lyrics:

The Tide waits for no man But it will carry a note So drown your words in a bottle The sea will read what you wrote

If your plea can wade through salt and silt Walk the plank past wrecks that never reached shore Be sure that should it make its way to the home you've built They'll ask what the mutiny was for

You made them wait Til you were torn from the cay The ocean swelled knee-high in sway

It sent no letter The timbers gave way The tide turned tomorrow to clay

It signed your name It bound your weight A mast of shame Beside an anchor In salt and stain

The harbor lights are dim and cold One bell tolls for souls that never made it home When your ropes bit land once more The tide was mocking the vows you broke

All the promises bartered and sold One last haul to line your hold Now the hull is filled with ghosts

Your lighthouse waits With her eyes on the coast Wishing out loud For the sea to let go The bottle breaks on harbor stone The captain’s fate drifts on the anchor’s oath

You made them wait Til you were torn from the quay The ocean swelled knee-high in sway

It sent no letter The timbers gave way The tide turned tomorrow to clay

𓆩⸸𓆪 𝔣𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𓆩⸸𓆪