Over the horizon, in the middle of the calm ocean, there was a lonely ship; a ship upon the distance that was still until morning to sundown. It was half sunk and did not sink more than it had already. It was wondrous and looked as if it were alive but asleep. This old craft seemed unique and valid.

A bird, suddenly flew all the way to the top of the boat and gazed at the sky. Rising up replacing the sun was the moon, It gaped at the bird radiantly making the bird look like a dark shadow in the orange sky.

The Ship