What lies ahead is the breath and rhythm from the deep sea. The sea breeze of Penghu is no longer just a gentle brush, but transforms into the breath of the awakening sunken city, weaving with layers of surging waves into a low-humming movement. Seaweed sways gently before your eyes as light and shadow shift, acting like messengers protecting the ancient civilization, whispering distant legends about the island and the sunken city.
