The tide reflected the fine moonlight. The cold moonlight crashed onto the reef, with the waves like splashing frost. In the long night, the tide mingled with the cries from the depth of darkness that wandered around the white city like a call from a dead country in the deep sea.
The scattered vapor rose from the sea, heavy and cold like the angry souls of the dead. The white mist was so heavy nothing could be seen. It submerged the whole city and swallowed everything.
There seemed to be a young boy singing softly in the mist. The song wandered across the streets and alleys. It could be faintly heard as long as one listened carefully, it.
"The king and his helpers kidnapped the queen, imprisoning her in dreams. We have power and the sea so which direction should we wander…Oh ho, millions of pairs of hands raise the sails high. Pull, the thieves and beggars, we’ll have eternal life…"