Like great green waves, shadows stretch across their crests and chests. A peach fuzz blanket lain down over their immense bodies, tucking in the earth beneath. Each fringe of billions of cell walls being tossed forward at the foreign beauty screams past. Hard silver steel, decorated with rivets and screws; all the while glistening in the sunshine. Beyond its shining skin it hides away the cells sleeping in their seats, bustling between corridors, each vein taking the cells where they are needed. Each cell imagining the breeze and the wind whistling past their ears. Each cell casting their gaze back to the magnificent green waves that careen by making them missed as soon as they slip beyond the edge if the windows and out of sight. On to the sea the silver beauty urges. On to the sea.