A silent shore, seductive Moon, a sinister Sea, clouds in the wind, a shadow lies upon the white sand alone.
Stilled on the sparkling crystals, almost villainous, primeval and water worn with broken sides.
Once imperturbable, aloft upon white shafts of waves, beautiful and bold, now ancient and vacant.
The old sailing ship finds its burial ground upon a deserted island in the mist of morning.
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