Titanic: Final Morning

POV: You wake up in a spacious cabin on a grand vessel.

The distant, rhythmic thrum of the engines is a familiar lullaby, a constant reassurance

of forward motion. I reach for the watch on my bedside table, its ticking a

small, steady heartbeat in the quiet morning. But today, there's a different

note, a fainter hum, as if the mighty heart of the ship has

shifted its rhythm, ever so slightly. A cold draft brushes my skin, unexpected.

I pull my robe tighter, a shiver that has nothing to do with the

temperature.