“Do you wish to hear the ocean’s song? Do you yearn for the freedom of the sea?” a voice as smooth and sweet as honey flowed from the shell. I could taste sea salt on my tongue, the lapping of ocean waves grinding shards of glass to sand at my feet.“Yes,” my mouth spoke on its own, my body lurching forward to grasp at the sides of the conch. It seemed to glow as I touched it, I could swear I heard seagulls calling beneath the ethereal choir flowing around me.“I implore thee, bring me to your ear and I shall sing for you. All I ask in return--”