When all the waters of the earth dry out, anchors will lose all meaning. Thrown overboard, sinking deep into sand, crushing long abandoned seashells, with ropes attached to carcasses of hope and adventure.

Go forth and find your way, Great Ones! Roll up your sleeves!

Hidden in the salt, the world serpent lies in wait, salivating venom.

"I wish we could remember." - He kissed her stomach.

"I don't" - she answered