If you listened hard enough, you can hear the waves - crashing and rumbling in a song as old as time. If you close your eyes, you can feel the gentle spray of mist against your sun-kissed skin. You can smell the heavy scent of salt, of something tangy of something alive.

The yellowish sand feels cool and fine, almost like powder. And the brilliant sun shines exuberantly, almost blinding, against the smooth cool blue of the sky.

To one side, boulders dark and imposing stood against the churning waves, huddled together like soldiers in a war. they stood at different angles, almost overlapping each other, smooth and mossy, with the water and the sand nestling them in their battling arms.

In the midst of these dark folders, in a small expanse of powdery sand, is a young woman perched in a warm round rock. Her orange sundress billowed in the lazy breeze, her eyes closed with her thick lashes almost brushing the apples of her cheeks. Her long hair tumbled past her shoulder like the night unravelling after the sun has set. Her ankles were tucked into her but you can see a fine silver chain tethering her to the rocks, to the sand, and to the sea.

She opened her eyes, bright and curious, and gave a small sigh.

She looked up to the sky and heard the stories in the songs of the birds, she looked to the land and knew she had to tell about the joyous dancing of the branches, she looked to the sea and heard the song of the waves - they all speak of life and death, hope and despair, triumph and failure, joy and sorrow, love and sacrifice...

She listened and swelled with joy and excitement. She had to tell the world!

She looked down at her ankles and clutched the fine chain wrapped securely around them, watching as they glinted in the bright sun, and a sigh of longing and hope burst forth from her throat.

One day, she will tell the world her stories, with her words, written in fine blocks of letters and pooling into something majestic - a sea of meaning that would fill their hearts with hope and despair, triumph and failure, joy and sorrow, love... and life.

One day, she will break free.

Hello, you can call me teebee...

Let my madness begin...