By the sea, where silence swells.

One woman, cloaked in quiet grace,

Raised it shell by shell.

No chisels rang, no voices stirred,

Just wind, and tide, and prayer.

Her hands shaped stories into stone,

A temple, pure and rare.

Now whispers echo through the walls—

Of faith, of time, of sand.

The shell temple stands, a vow made true,

By one devoted hand.