What had became of that once somber waves which danced upon tides, waves which would clammer and climb onto the cliffs sides resembling the hands of unfortunate man that would reach but never touch the glistening sun?
This would be the clear line of today's society. A clear line of which man will inevitably prosper and which will be forgotten underneath the waves of time. The 19th century would be beginning to a close as the world began a shift into what we call the present- though one structure within the vineyards, would stand still in a might with a beautiful glow.
One day its gates would open to call out to you deep from it's heart,
but will you answer?