One day,

The Ghost came back

With a small,

White,

Fragile,

And beautiful thing in his hands.

With its delicate curves

And its shining shell,

Dana thought it might look like her palace, from the outside.

"It does, said the Ghost. But I took it because I wanted to bring you the sea."

He took the seashell, and placed it next to her ear.

And Dana heard waves.

Waves crashing on the seaside

As if they were real, and not only fantasized, that time.

She listened to it again and again,

And smiled

"Thank you."