~ Atlantis shall rise again. She will spear through the currents, until the helms of her cityscapes cleave the tides that have entombed...

~ From the moment the tale of her ruin made itself known, mankind has coveted proof of her existence. Many a curious hand has stalked...

~ I always look my most beautiful when I cry; the bags under my eyes burn as poignantly as waning crescents, lips plump as they quiver...

~ The eye of the universe bats its lashes at a a single sliver of splintered light blinking boastfully in the opaqueness– a crescent...