¨#¨¨#¨#¨#¨                                          ¨¨¨##¨##¨#
¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨#                                          #¨¨##¨##¨¨
¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨#¨##¨###¨
¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨##¨#¨##
#¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨##¨¨¨##
##¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨ there's   a   maiden   on   the    hill. #¨¨###¨¨#¨
###¨¨¨¨#¨¨                                          ¨#¨#¨##¨¨¨
#¨##¨¨¨¨#¨ grey ceramics,  overshowered  with moss, ¨¨¨¨¨###¨¨
¨¨###¨¨¨¨# stretching    toward    the     horizon. ¨¨¨¨¨#¨##¨
¨¨#¨##¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨###
#¨¨¨###¨¨¨ she moves her feet.                      #¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨#
##¨¨#¨##¨¨            the patch is wet.             ¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#
¨##¨¨¨###¨                                          ¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨#
¨###¨¨#¨## an island in the clouds,                 ¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨#¨##¨¨¨## she's  cozy  and  strong  on  the  crest ¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨###¨¨#¨ with her sheep.                          ¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨#¨##¨¨¨ and noone else is around.                ¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨###¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨#¨##¨ as her feet move her hazily forward  she ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨### looks around,  and spots  another island #¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#
#¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨# on the sea of foam.                      ##¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#                                          ###¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨# stops     mid-stride.     she    frowns. #¨##¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨###¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨#¨##¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨###¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨¨                                          #¨¨¨#¨##¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨¨                                          ##¨¨¨¨###¨