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If your ocean is dry, the salt scraped away — and i see the traces of rivers across your face, would you know the beauty of the shimmer of the sea? The salty air would carry (your) screams across the sea, dissipating against a curious ocean. Dense and dark with sharks. ( Displaced in ways I could never imagine. Where is she? I cannot see her. I cannot sense her. I think someone is watching me. Where are they? I don’t like this. I can’t hear them. Where are they? )
Please don't be scared. I do not wish to hurt you, young one. Please. I will keep talking, if that is what you wish. I do not like to cause harm. Relax. Breathe. You are safe here. You look tired and cold, please come rest. You will not be harmed, dear.
Listen to the sound the water makes. When it sprints to shore, when it touches land. Witness the rocks. Witness how they weather. At long last the sea walls crumble. The sea shall rejoice, onwards and surging. ( Something is wrong. Something is off. The way you walk, and the way you talk, I can feel my tide grow weary. )