In the present form

Here was a cry, deeper than all sound, so mesmerised by the loud and vibrant luminescence. she did not wail. But proclaimed once, twice, three times like a siren? And there on the beach she stood beckoning, and calling and asking people what they see. A place of truth, the bearing witness to this moment.
Yet the turbulence of an inanimate object revealed itself, no wailing now but wandering, no shouting now just holding the place in time and beckoning.