I've mentioned before that I live on the borders of Land, Sea, and Sky, but somedays, it is hard to tell where one realm begins and the others end. It is a special kind of Bermuda Triangle.
If you go walking on the cliffs of a morning, take care where you set your feet, unless you have wings to lift you, or fins and gills to save you if you fall...
Layers of rock. Land longing to become one with water, one with air? Or a tactic of the land to encroach on realms where it does not belong?
Beware the fog. Sometimes Sea and Sky join forces to confound the Landed.
In some places, the Landed have built seawalls, but they cannot do completely without the water, and the Sky laughs at such measures.
A video of the song I was listening to while making this post: