DM-EchoNight-Redux

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air. And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves, the echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand. And everything is green and submarine. And no one showed us to the land. And no one knows the wheres or whys. But something stares and something tries and starts to climb towards the light. - Pink Floyd