Second Phantom
The purple wastes lie under a shorn sun.
They do not bleed, no golden ooze is seen,
No arrows pierce them.
First Phantom
And how could it be?
A barrier of mud, a sunken realm
With shores where wrecks are rotting are before you.
They sleep upon the tideless water.
Second Phantom
Yes,
This is a quiet sea of perished dreams!
First Phantom
Greater than Asia was this kingdom once,
But in a war it sank.
Second Phantom
What is the tale?