The Lonely Ship Buried Beneath the Stele

A lone ship, a burial stele, a man and a woman. The vessel sails into the deep sea, never stopping. It is said: “There is a lone ship upon the sea, shaped like a flying raft, its sails raised as it pursues treasure into the vast blue.” The gravestone is the size of a palm, yet holds a world within. It is said: “A small stone stele, shaped like a token, bearing a name and burying bones on a desolate shore.” And the man and woman... “What about the man and woman?” It's just a legend. You really believe it? Some people in the past made it up to sound mysterious. Why would I believe it? He glanced at the ship he was riding, sailing on without end. What world could that burial stele hold? It's all made up. Who knows? How could there be a gravestone the size of your palm? You actually believed it. No, I was just curious. She squeezed the tiny gravestone in her hand. This is the Lone Ship Burial Stele.