.^~:^$##@#                                          #@##$^:~^.
.^~:^$##@#                                          #@##$^:~^.
...^::$$##                                          ##$$::^...
.^~:::$##@                                          @##$:::~^.
.^~:^$####                                          ####$^:~^.
..^^:::^#@ 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.                          ##^:^^....
.^~:$##@## and noone else is around.                ##@##$:~^.
.^~:^$##@@                                          @@##$^:~^.
......^:$# as her feet move her hazily  forward she #$:^......
.^~:^$##@@ looks around, and  spots  another island @@##$^:~^.
......~:$# on the sea of foam.                      #$:~......
.^~:^$##@#                                          #@##$^:~^.
....^:::$# stops    mid-stride.     she     frowns. #$:::^....
..^~~~::$#                                          #$::~~~^..
.^~:^##@##                                          ##@##^:~^.
.^~:^$##@#                                          #@##$^:~^.
.^~:^$$##@                                          @##$$^:~^.
......~^#@                                          @#^~......