Titanic's Final Morning: A Passenger's POV

POV: You wake up in your luxurious cabin on the magnificent Titanic.

The gentle sway of the ship lulls me. Soft morning light filters through the

porthole, illuminating dust motes dancing in the crisp air. A constant,

rhythmic hum of the engines, usually reassuring, now carries a subtle,

unidentifiable tremor. It feels colder than it should. The grandeur of this floating palace

feels unnaturally still. A whisper of unease grows, a feeling I cannot yet comprehend.