Titanic: The Final Moments

The crystal rang like a faint bell. A shudder beneath our feet,

then silence. Outside, fragments of ice lay on the polished deck.

A strange gift from the dark. The music continued, but the air turned cold.

A low groan echoed through the steel. Then came the tilt.

The grand staircase, once a symbol of grace, became a slide. Panic drowned the

luxury. The unsinkable was vanishing into the black Atlantic.