There are rumors of a place that sits upon the sea, perhaps glimpsed for a moment by a skiff sailing the shoreline but then when looking back it is gone... Long tales from old men who have lost the strength to ride camel or cast line speak of this marvel to children of Darashia and Ankrahmun, how Djinn pass time there and only the luckiest of men have been invited and 'you might be too someday...' A place of white stone that gleams in the sun, viewed resting in the sea like a shell on the surf. Myth and marvel indeed, for though an old scroll or tablet give hint of it none seem to have ever really seen it or been there. Is it a place to forever be wondered at?
