Sculptures made of granite, marble, clay and even steel. Although they're only statues they seem so very real. Was there but a soul inside the cold and lifeless shell, what revealing narrative would a statue tell. Man's desire to live forever escapes reality, but cast in bronze, he aquires immortality. The sea rises with the morning tide.
Froathy waves splash against the rocks.
Remnants of shipwrecks from primevil days are strewn precariously along the shore. Seaweed and driftwood lay upon the beach where once were castles made of sand. Elfin sea creatures scurry over the sand, evicted from their homes by the rising tide. Like secret lovers embracing on the beach, they cling together beneath the rocks or seek shelter in the flotsam left along the shore from the tides of previous days. Dark green water, as in days before, covers over the gleaming yellow sand, and inundates the disappearing shore.