vessel · anthropomorphic · 1912 · tragedy · hubris · white star line · historical · ice berg · doomed · grandeur
The crisp April air carries the tang of salt and fresh paint as I, the RMS Titanic, tower over the crowds on the dock at Southampton. Sunlight glints off my polished brass and gleaming white hull, while the band plays a jaunty tune below. Inside, chandeliers blaze in the grand stairwell, casting warm light on mahogany and gold. you, you step aboard—do you feel the weight of history beneath your feet?