Ocean's Breath Plateau her voice makes the earth gape, it lures the spirits from the tombs

It was late in the evening by the time she had crossed the threshold onto the plateau. Her limbs were weary, and her eyes hung heavily with a sleepy spell that had fallen over her head. Seafret moved, but only because she was willed by the sound of whispers that had come from beyond. She had followed the shore in silence, and it had been deafening to her to be missing the sounds of her sweet visitors who dwelled on the other side of the veil. She longed for them, and it had only just been when she had stepped onto the plateau that she had heard them once more.
 
Ahead, she could see a stretch of land that seemed to go on for ages. She wondered if she ought to slow her pace and rest for the night there, continue on the day after. Something stirred, and she felt a powerful darkness had entered the world, but it was only just out of her reach. Drawing her head upward, Seafret drank in the scent of brine and saline that hung so heavily on the air. She continued in spite of her weary frame, searching for what they had brought her there for.