The sound of lapping waves,
Conveys the voice of the soul.
Souls that had slept or lain buried, and sunk into the sea,
Begin to stir,
Awaiting an encounter.
Coming closer from there,
Taking a step from here,
Awaiting the time of encounter.
Light from afar pours in,
Light meets light,
An encounter of souls is born.
From now,
The world will change all at once—
The world where humans live.
Encounters are born,