"Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper." - William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act III, Scene III
[ID: a picspam comprised of 16 images in shades of blue and light brown.
1: A calm sea under a cloudy sky, seen over a stone wall / 2: A crowd of people sheltering as spray crashes over them / 3: The head of a statue draped in pearls / 4: The rigging of a ship / 5: A drawing of a young man reaching out of the sea to grab onto a rock. He is pale and dark-haired, and looks up with an expression of distress and fascination / 6: Old-fashioned script on parchment / 7: The lower body of a person standing on a beach. They have tan skin and are surrounded by billowing white fabric / 8: An ornate astrological clock. The visible hand is shaped like a sun / 9: Ocean waves / 10: The inside of a nautilus shell / 11: Lightning among clouds / 12: A pale-skinned person reclining amid mist or water, viewed in profile. Their arm hangs past their head and their back is arched / 13: A person's arms, hands outstretched in a gesture of offering or accepting. They have tan skin and are wearing a sheer white shirt with puffy sleeves / 14: A hallway surrounded by white plaster columns. Sunshine falls through arched openings, and there is a brown door visible at the end under another arch / 15: Astronomical diagrams / 16: A painting showing several shipwrecked sailors clinging to floating debris //End ID]
