There once was a King who lived in a beautiful gigantic sand castle, designed and created by huge sandy hands. There he lived with his lifelong awaited Queen, who had tangly seaweed for hair and tiny seashells for breasts… they had crabs that were hired as court jesters, noble steeds and served as the occasional banquet. Each season a new castle would be built, bigger and better than the ones before, more elaborate and ornate, with stables and dungeons. News of these castles travelled far and wide and parties surrounded them. There was word that the most magnificent and tallest castle yet had been built, perhaps too close to the ocean, but the King and Queen would hear none of it. The moonlight bouncing off the water made the sandy walls glint in all the colours of the night, just the way they liked it.

One day while the King was out on a quest on his favourite steed, a giant wave that had built up from just a tiny ripple across the other end of the ocean months previously came to its crashing destiny, and washed everything away.

… the King hearing news of this tragedy never returned to the land of their famous castles. He is nowhere to be found and wants to be found nowhere. No longer a King he lives each day with promised uncertainty, looking for his Queen, but knowing she was washed away.

A giant girlperson with sandy hands found the two little shells lying in the soggy foundations, painted them and kept them in her jewellery box. Sometimes, when she holds them to her ears, she can still hear the Queen, playing in her ocean.