fil de la mer

Ch. 3

Sea, swallow me; him.

Locked away like a secret.

He lies alone on the celestial sands. The waves are soft, and kind the ocean that rests with him. All is still, nature amuses itself with the faint hiss that the creature emits when exhaling.

How sinuous and brilliant his shape is, which reflects the kisses of the stars that watch him from above. And long are his silver hair caressed by the wind that whispers courtesies.

He opens his eyes to a black night, another night of solitude.

His gaze sweeps over the vastness of the sea, and for a brief moment, he feels a flicker of joy. The memory of his past is a blur, a dream that fades with the tide. He wonders if he's ever known anything but this, the feeling of sand against his white skin, the coolness of the water, the endless horizon that stretches before him. But the joy is fleeting, replaced by the ever-present ache of loneliness.

The weeping creature between water and wind, was slumped on a nearby sea rock. His cheek resting against it, his chest pressed and his arms wrapped around the boulder, while the legs deep in the salt water. With a heavy soul, he sighed and slowly batted his eyelashes, and waited; for the waves of the sea to carry him to the depths, where eternal sleep would await and keep him safe.

He had been here for what felt like an eternity, a prisoner of his own creation, longing for the warmth of companionship and the gentle whispers of new forms of life.

His eyes searched the horizon, hopeful for any sign of life that might dare to venture this way.

But all he saw was the endless dance of the stars, playing their silent tunes to the rhythm of the waves.

One evening, a peculiar sound pierced the quietude.

It was not the usual symphony of the ocean but a melody that seemed to resonate from within the soul of the creature. He sat up on the sea rock, his heart racing, and listened intently. The sound grew closer, and soon he saw a small bottle approaching him with the tide, a glowing note trapped within it. As the bottle reached him, the creature tentatively picked it up, the light from the note casting a warm glow on his face. He unfurled the parchment with trembling hands, revealing a simple message.

Why would you cry alone by the ocean waves?

He read the message over and over again, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

It was the first time anyone had reached out to him, and the realization was both overwhelming, almost frightening. Another bottle approached, touching his leg gently. He picked it up, his anticipation growing. Inside, there was another note, and this one read: Your sorrow breaks my heart. And I wonder why.

He studied the script, noticing the delicate strokes, each one a silent whisper of compassion.

He silently smiled, his eyes glistening under the moon. The bottles kept coming, each one containing a note filled with comfort and understanding. It was as if the ocean itself had heard his silent cries and was now offering solace in the form of these floating messages. The creature felt a flicker of hope that perhaps he wasn't entirely alone in the world.

Then no more floating notes.

But he wasn't sad anymore. He felt... happy. The notes had stirred something within him that had laid dormant for so long. He carefully placed them in a nook of the rock, creating a makeshift shrine to this mysterious empath. He looked around, wondering who could have sent these messages. But he couldn't see anyone. Whoever had sent these notes was as invisible as the whispers of the wind.