The tide is going out,
It reveals something which was moments before hidden,
A land that exists for a few hours a day,
Yet it exists....the flying creatures circle...looking for food,
It is like the Zachanian!
We exists in just moments,
Hidden and secretive,
We wait for the tide to recede,
Then like the shore we burst into life
The world which was, changes..
We survive until it is time to go back into the darkness…