'There was a subtle tremble in the earth, the air was etched and tinted with an indigo hue. She stood at the edge of imagination, melancholy meeting her at the shoreline. It washed up and over an impression in the sand, one that suggested something or someone had been there before, time and time again, caught in a tidal loop. A wrack line of sediment pulling the imprint out to sea and washing it back up again.' - 13Doors