Recalls of Surrender

The Arrival

'I was once a devout believer in the existence of all gods, kneeling before them in search of salvation.'

The sea, a perpetual source of fascination for humanity, has always wielded a magnetic pull that draws voyagers to its shores time and time again. Its enchanting allure can easily divert wanderers from the dullness of their journey into a compelling ritual. This insatiable desire frequently drives them to explore unfamiliar territories without any hesitation.

I am one of them: an ethereal navigator with access to unspoken mysteries and death. After completing my mission, I returned to the group's vessel, savoring the final moments of adventure before returning to confinement.

With a calm demeanor, I fix my gaze on the distant horizon as our boat sways softly on the endless expanse of water. The soothing sound of waves against the hull captivates me, providing a momentary refuge from the chaos and monotony of my existence. Closing my eyes, I surrender to the salty breeze and immerse myself in the untamed energy pulsing through the endless depths of the ocean.

But despite my fondness for the sea, my role as a keeper of death and an escort of convenience often leads me to uncharted territories where danger lurks around every corner. Fearlessly, I navigate these treacherous waters, harnessing psychedelic power and communicating with the spirits of the sea. My existence may seem monotonous, but I revel in my purpose after the world's destruction. With each chain, my journey ends, leaving an imprint of the strength I've lost along the way. Despite the world's calls for equality, my creation stands tall and unapologetic as a symbol of endless potential.

The unending march of men, driven by their insatiable greed to conquer the world, never marred the face of the Earth, unlike the humility of the damp forest, which accends in power like a titan, leaving behind a trail of disorder and purpose. Following a strenuous and demanding voyage, the story of ancestry seeks solace and refuge in the warm embrace of their abode as we reach shore, a place steeped in memories and history.

I don't.

Embracing the disquieting essence of life, I meticulously relinquished the provisions that tethered me to the periphery of existence, diving headfirst into the raw beauty of uncertainty in a mesmerizing village—a village surrounded by the tranquil waters of a picturesque sea. From the architecture to its customs and traditions, every structure had a distinct character that set it apart. Within its dwelling, urban met nature in perfect harmony.

I couldn't help but appreciate the vibrant scenery around me, even as a sense of overwhelming loneliness washed over me with every breath. The shifting and unstable ground beneath my feet mirrored the isolation I felt. Majestic redwood trees towered above, their gnarled branches casting dark shadows on the ground below. A gentle breeze rustled through their leaves, inviting me with whispers and gestures.

I never stayed in one place for a long time out of fear of stagnation.

Never stay behind to commemorate the ancient wonders of humanity, unlike the rest of the community. Thankfully enough, the sound of waves crashing in drowned out the thrill of it all, pushing me to leave just as quickly.

I wasn't entitled to yearn for something I never retained.

Sometimes, disappearing is the ultimate luxury, where one can leave it all behind and start anew. But dreams merely exist to deceive the living.

They are a way to escape reality, a gateway to another realm where one possesses extraordinary abilities and faces constant danger. In this world, I thrive as a peddler of a bustling kindred and trade the treasures I have gathered from the outskirts of existence before returning to where I belong.