April 13th 1912

As a first-class passenger aboard the Titanic, life feels like a dream come true. The ship is a marvel, gleaming in the moonlight as it sliced through the calm waters of the Atlantic. I remember standing on the deck, breathing in the salty air and feeling the gentle breeze against my face.

Everything about the Titanic is grand. The elegant ballrooms, the luxurious cabins, the fine dining—all of it seems straight out of a fairy tale. I spend my days exploring the ship, marveling at its opulence and soaking in the excitement of the journey.

But beneath the surface of this grandeur, there lingers a sense of unease. Whispers of the ship's size and supposed unsinkability fill the air, but I pay them little mind. After all, what could possibly go wrong on such a magnificent vessel?

I have made new friends among the other passengers, enjoying lively conversations and lavish meals together. At dinner we enjoy oysters, caviar, duck and filet mignon. The waiters bring everything to the table on silver platters and serve us all one by one.

We enjoy dancing in one of the many ballrooms. This evening, as I watched from the sidelines, I couldn't resist the lure of the dance. Stepping onto the floor, I found myself swept up in the rhythm of the music, gliding effortlessly with my partner in a whirl of motion.

As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to the ship's library, a serene oasis of calm amidst the bustling activity. Surrounded by shelves filled with books and comfortable armchairs, I lost myself in the pages of a captivating novel, transported to another world entirely.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring...