Shellborne Citadel
Reflection
Beneath the weight of time, a tortoise stands,
Its shell a fortress, a sanctuary of stone.
A miniature world atop its back, a tower of dreams,
Where the winds of fantasy whisper to the stars.
The earth beneath its feet is ancient, worn,
Yet the tortoise moves with purpose, slow and steady.
Its gaze is wise, a mirror of the ages,
Reflecting the journey of souls who dare to dream.
The castle on its back, a symbol of resilience,
A beacon of hope in the vast, unyielding night.
The tortoise carries the weight of the world,
Yet its steps are sure, its heart unyielding.
In this image, we see ourselves, the travelers,
Carrying our burdens, our dreams, our castles.
The tortoise reminds us of the power of patience,
That even the smallest steps lead to the greatest heights.
For in the shell of our being, we too carry worlds,
And the journey is not in the destination, but in the stride.
Let us walk with the tortoise, steady and true,
Building our castles, one step at a time, under the stars.