Murmuring lifeless nothings to the battlefield,
Their once meaningless puddles wafting up to display their glistening forms
Various mesmerizing figures of one’s past fragments of memory
The whistling flood of water soaking the ankles of two,

Two that dare invade the waters of Qingxce
One requests an ascent,
While the other fears the upshot of the collision
Yet their concern has been long overridden by the surge of thrill the first had brought

Here they were, stone-still at the mere sight of her frame,
Mirroring across the shallow floors
And she strikes
Leaving nothing to remain but the whisper of the Oceanid,

“We seek but a small haven of tranquil waters…
is that so much to ask for…”