Atlantis sank,
Secretly hid the ends.
Only fish in the hour of revelry
They will sail into her palaces.
They swim by in amazement
In the halls of the ghost chambers.
Fish sabbath drive sleepily
And they hurry back to themselves.
(K. D. Balmont)

Water is present before all Creation. Life is born in it, and it absorbs everything around it in order to dissolve, purify and revive.

Change of era.

The rhythm of "birth-death-birth".

The birth of a new star, giving hope and faith, inspiration and light. The world is being reborn in a new image. His time has come.
But the ghost of the old world wanders in the waters of the Ocean and, reminding of itself, generates secrets…

A gently stringed voice sifted through.
The ghost of the moon,
the Guest of Eternity, forever young, has passed by.
(V. Ya. Bryusov)