Step lightly, oh wanderer, for the sands hold tales unsaid.
Currents beneath murmur secrets of tomorrow,
each bearing the mark of a lunatic’s yehar.
Stars collapse to a sigh; realms unravel into the aether;
even the ancient mariner was uncertain in these waters:
"Is it shadow that shadows cast beheld unspokens?" who said is who?
For every flight of the gull, a twist in the fatewheel;
seawisps steal truths under hollowed moon.