Ryan speaking.

A man named Ryan writing about an image he saw early in the morning.

A gorgeous wrapped in flowing cloth strolled a rough sandy beach
Right near the coastline, waters stroked her feet as her clear quartz eyes emanated feels of lust
towards an abyss in which she sunk. Shocked, I knew I'd saw a scene seen by many men before me.
Only a vision to the mind, evanescent in time, and forever clandestine...