Titanic: The Sinking POV

It was the unsinkable dream, a floating palace of gold and velvet.

At first, it was just a shudder, a faint vibration under our feet.

We went to the deck, seeing white fragments of ice drifting past.

Confusion turned to a cold, sinking feeling as the engines went silent.

Fine china shattered as the Atlantic claimed its first pieces of the dream.

The luxury didn't matter anymore; the floor began to tilt beneath us. Panic erupted like

a wave. The unsinkable was vanishing into the abyss. In that moment,

the gold and glory were replaced by frozen terror. A night of luxury that became