They sing still, sing in the rivers, on the rocky shores by the sea. They sing loud and clear and echoing through your mind, bouncing around your brain and never releasing you until you find yourself drowning in their noise.

They sing, and they haunt, and the stalk until they find you.

They never left the water, they never had to, because you and yours, you restless wanderers who are made for the exploring, always come to them.

So come into the river, the ocean, the lake, the stream. Come and listen, sing along,

You won't feel a thing.