An entry for the Enchanted Artists' Visions of Atlantis book. Down below in the majestic sea, She comes to find a discovery. She's always known that she was unique. And now she's found what she set out to seek. The staff half buried, adorned by pearl: A magickal relic of a sunken world. And before her eyes sits the enchanted shell. What power it holds the glowing orb will tell. She can feel the power with her very own hands As she floats above the ocean's sands. A promise is spoken for she is to be The magickal seer of antiquity. And what is to come, it's her power to see. This has become her destiny. Accompanying poem also by me.