Eile swims with lobsters in the arcane shadows of the Irish sea; outstretched hand touching claw. She listens. These old creatures of the murk and mud with raspy whispers that carry across the ocean like the floating tune of a violin; far below the surf and swell. Their serenading song conjures secrets of ancient images of strange lands where no human-body has seen or been. Their antennae summon a world yet-to-come with an outstretched bow and strings. For these dignified ancients carry a deep knowledge of different times and spaces; they traverse planes and reach through waves for the ocean and her critters care not for borders.