On the island of Cetoslal,

I felt the memory of a snapping-swimmer

Basking beneath the intense warmth of the day,

As frogs lounged in the cooling shade.

On the island of Selfoss,

I spotted a swirl of blue diving from a rock face,

Deers spiralled around a scenic shrub.

On the island of Thearan,

I recognised shimmering icicles hanging for dear life

From hardened leaves and seals plunging into the ice-cold depths.

On the island of Lok,

I witnessed thirstful camels meaninglessly roaming

Around a deserty plain as a golden-flyer soars high above.