Nine Daughters of the Sea

On the shore where the realm of Asgard touches the sea, Nine Daughters of the Sea chant the prophecy. The beach, a canvas of endless twilight and foam, bears the secret of Heimdall, in future's tome. Óðinn's unseen gaze, through the wisdom of raven's flight, merges with the mist, in the fading light. The sisters, in their element, a dance of fate and time, whisper of the union, a destiny sublime. With each gentle wave's retreat, a part of the tale, a hint of Heimdall's vigil, strong and never frail. The sands, the sea, the sisters, and the whispering winds, foretell the watcher's coming, where the shore begins. The beach will hold the memory, in every grain, every stone, of the sisters' soft recital, in the tidal zone. As the ravens soar on high, their black wings spread wide, the prophecy of Heimdall remains with the tide.