As you may know, behind Aeternum is a small business based in Brittany (specifically in the south of Finistère). It is well known that this region lives to the rhythm of legends, myths, and magical practices, some more or less known (Brocéliande, Merlin, the Fairy Viviane, the Alignments, and many others). Thus, to highlight our beautiful region, we will regularly publish little-known legends from Breton history.
On the windswept beaches of Plouescat, in the heart of Finistère, a strange story has been circulating for centuries. The locals say that on certain evenings, when the mist covers the dunes and the wind carries a mournful song, white horses appear. Their appearance is majestic, almost unreal. Their manes shimmer like waves under the moonlight, and their neighs, both soft and haunting, echo in the night silence.
These horses, it is said, are not ordinary animals. They are said to be the spirits of drowned souls, lost souls taken by the sea, condemned to wander these shores. They often appear to lost travelers or late fishermen who find themselves alone as night approaches.
Their enchanting beauty irresistibly attracts those who cross their path. The white horses trot gently through the dunes, slowly moving away but always within sight, as if to guide travelers to a mysterious place. But those who follow them soon discover their terrible fate.
When the soft sand of the dunes gives way to the wet beach and the waves roar, the horses quicken their pace. They then gallop straight toward the ocean, carrying with them the reckless souls who followed them. Once in the water, the horses disappear, leaving behind only a deafening silence and the dark waters of the open sea. The unfortunate ones are never seen again.
The elders of Plouescat warn visitors against these supernatural creatures. They say these tormented souls desperately seek rest, but by dragging others into their aquatic world, they find only a brief respite before having to resume their quest. To protect oneself from their call, it is enough to look away and whisper a prayer to Saint Ronan, the patron saint of troubled souls.
So, when night falls on the beaches of Plouescat and the sea roars, beware of the white shadows galloping through the dunes...
