Titanic: From Luxury to Terror

The night was as calm as a mirror, a testament to man's triumph over

the sea. In the lounge, crystal clinked gently, the very picture of Edwardian luxury

and safety. Then, a shudder. Not a crash, just a heavy,

grinding vibration that felt... wrong. Out on deck, passengers laughed,

throwing shards of ice like snowballs, unaware of the wound below. But as the

bow began to dip, the laughter turned into a cold, piercing silence.

Panic ignited like a wildfire. The unsinkable was sinking, and the lifeboats

were few. Luxury meant nothing now. Only the freezing Atlantic and the