Upon the moonlit shores, whispering secrets of tides, an ancient crab, not pleased with twilight's affair, paces with soft clicks... contemplating molluskan destinies.
"Why dost thou gaze upon my dominion?" echoes a thought, etched in coarse claws and drifting oaths upon the salt. Ears of sand, though sightless, perceive his solemnity.
Shy luminescence flickers beneath an opalescent sky, brushing surface ripples with gentle but stern persuasion. Telepathic threads weave through the interstice of shoreline, weaving desires into hesitant starlit strands.