Are there seals nearby or selkies swimming and calling, wondering about the land?

Each hexagon becomes a multi-dimensional plurality of earth and light in their eyes, a wonder,

a proliferation of diamond lights. Do these basalt columns belong to seals, selkies, mythical creatures, to giants, to the ocean, the grasses and mosses, seaweeds, the land, to us?

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The giant, Fionn MacCumhaill, hid in a cradle, wailing like a baby to frighten the Scottish giant, Benandonner.

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A grandparent softly tells the story to the new generation.

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On a video call at the Giant's Causeway, we hear the giant's muffled roar in the wind cracked warp of audio, our virtual presence splicing space-time, the myth coming to light.