and on a more serious note...
Sentinels
An ember gleams upon horizon’s lip when sighted through the fog on stormy seas and slowly, it becomes a fingertip that points from rocky promontory’s keys
to safer shores. An alabaster spear will pierce the darkest night. Miasma’s heart is torn asunder like a sailor’s fear that dissipates with light and will impart
a sense of ease. This stolid knight will stand on guard, dressed in his comic uniform of candied stripes. On every shore his band will warn of danger, keeping all from harm.
A sentinel and shrine for those who brave the ocean’s depth; a shield from briny grave.
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