the seawoman ✷ gi

prologue: when the end is the beginning

THE SKY WAS BLEACHED with hues of a rugged red and brown: smoke rising to the heavens as foul ash chewed at the lungs. 

The shrill sounds of a weeping mother echoed through the city like the ring of a church bell; unceasing. In addition, the repulsive stench of those burning and crippled made your stomach churn as you swallow your own vomit.  

A haze of smoke and sorrow blanketed the sky. It was a perpetual torment of the lungs as they gasped for poisoned air while your bloodshot eyes pooled with salty tears that dripped down your ash-stained complexion. 

The pleas and whimpers mellowed into a singular song of desperation- out of tune yet befitting. 

Amidst the ceaseless turmoil and frenzy of the throng, your feet sprinted on their own while your eyes foraged through sparks and smoke pleading to find them. Adrenaline rushed through your poor veins: wretchedly engulfed in the thundering of your mind. 

It was nothing but a dolorous and naive tale of atrocity that you oh so weakly pushed aside in favour of a fantasy that has already been sunken deep into the Earth: buried as you searched for nothing but dust. 

Nevertheless, the flames may consume your feeble mortal vessel however, you prayed that someone would allow your heart to burn one more time. Thus, with the precise aim, you would ultimately utter what was never spoken out loud.

Perhaps it was mere pity or amusement as they knew the winner seizes all, however, you rid such notions aside as the smoke parted their reign. An image of two people forming piece by piece. 

Thus, each tendon and ligament of your hand loosened with ease as your heart slowed with a faint beat. A tender smile formed on your lips as the stars found their way into your deep gleaming eyes. 

There was nothing to fear now.