The ocean sings through waves crashing whispers calling, calling, calling to heartbeats lost and found again.

The island appears, fades away, reappears beneath the moon's watchful gaze—a loop, a cycle, a spiral of forgotten dreams.

Drifting sands beneath feet that are not yours, footsteps tracing circles, spirals tracing cycles in the soft sand.

Shell echoes, water echoes, voices echoes—never spoken, always spoken—casting nets of silence across the horizon.

Here is the land, here is the sea, here are echoes of echoes, where did I go? Where am I?

Buy a star, box it up, carry it across oceans—sell it under dim bazaars or keep it in the sky above.

Reality wanes, truth bends, dreams wander dry streets.

Please remember to forget; please remember to remember—here on this island of endless turns.