A Night on the Titanic

April fourteenth, nineteen twelve. A night of crystalline calm and unmatched luxury.

Suddenly, a faint shudder vibrated through the floorboards. Barely a tremor,

yet unsettling. We laughed, joking about the ice on the deck.

We believed this ship was unsinkable. But the laughter died as the deck began to

tilt, and the engines groaned in protest. Luxury turned to terror.

The band played on while panic ignited like a wildfire in the dark.

In that freezing silence, we realized the unsinkable was vanishing into the abyss.