𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑠; the shining surface of the ocean.
𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑡; the color of the sky while the sun is setting.
𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑐; promoting peace.
𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐; mysterious and entracing, beyond ordinary understanding.
My body levitates on the marmoris of the blue water with its golden tips tickling my feet as the sun sets.
Like a feather floating in the air waiting to touch the ground.
My eyes glued to the sky as the abendrot darkens
My eyes glued to the sky as the abendrot darkens, turning those golden tips into icy peaks.
The only sound that breaks the silence
The only sound that breaks the silence is the sound of the ocean
stretching miles and miles
stretching miles and miles, connecting shores with some life.
Softly crashing into each other
Softly crashing into each other, shifting my body up and down.
An irenic yet a haunting sensation brings chills down my spine
as the white peaks heave on me
as the white peaks heave on me, slowly making me sink into their world.
I close my eyes and take my last breath
puffing up my cheeks red
puffing up my cheeks red, holding as much air as I can and submerge in.
I open my eyes again witnessing an orphic beauty
the water's surface brightened by the moon
the water's surface brightened by the moon, sparsely illuminating my journey ahead.
My limbs move freely
My limbs move freely, feet vigorously kicking and arms relentlessly punching the water.
Trying to break free from the invisible chains wrapped around them
that drag me to the land of lost stories.
My chest stiffness and my mouth dries.
Throat as if someone might be choking me from the inside.
Fighting to make the air in me last long
Fighting to make the air in me last long, but my lungs give up
and I watch it escape as tiny bubbles squirming up to the surface.
The icy water enters my lungs
The icy water enters my lungs, filling it up and blocking every artery.
A fear engulfs my mind.
Every thought replaced by just one.
My body now renounces the fruitless battle and stays still.
The gravity pulling me deeper into the pitch black world.
I notice that the waves now move vehemently while the inside stays calm.
The white silhouette fades and I hear the sound of lightning roaring with the wild sea.
A flashing bolt strikes the water
A flashing bolt strikes the water, brightening up the sky as if daylight appearing for a split second.
The war between the Gods of the thunder and the sea continues.
Rain pours down
Rain pours down, impressioning small ripples on the surface.
As if mother nature is shedding her tears since I cannot mine.
To kill its own creation with another.
But I'm unclear of the fact whether she is crying out of joy or sorrow.
Whether I'm entering the gates of heaven
or residing in the depths of hell.
The end hits.
My vision blurs.
The heavens scream and cry
and I sink quietly into the dark.
Taking my place into the unknown.
Accompanied by the biggest shipwrecks to the miniature treasures.
At last, like a soft feather
At last, like a soft feather, I gently land to the bottom