Lady of the Sea - Drowned Sorrows
___She was birthed, the endless waves caressed her hair and filled it with the notions of the drowned, meanwhile they sat out in the distance beneath the curling waves and ate of the kelp and sang in agony to the mermaids. She was birthed... knowing their pain, their misery, their terror. Nothing felt like hope and all was suffocating itself into the end. The dream for life filled together, swirling into a mass of messages and prayers, and so she was birthed.
___The world was not what was envisioned from the depths. Everything was crying, hateful and selfish. The soil was screaming in circles and the trees were being sucked back into that soil from their places grown in the woods. While the sea was a place of suffering and end, the world of the land was of oppression and constituted violent debauchery. Throughout the stones, at the soil beneath, was there vicious envy of the other parts of the land. As they hated them, the essence within was sapped and strangled, and all the world was tortured.
___She rose, stood, and stared at the perils of the hateful world. Nothing was welcoming, everything was in torment, and the pain inside of her was starting to rise up and become noticed. She tried to step across the length of the shore and reach the inner land. She knew the calls of those who were drowning in the sea. She felt their misery, she felt their agony, and she reached to understand what they needed that called their hearts to the land so desperately... even though the land was a murderous pig.
___There was nothing of relief inland. There were only the muffled, silenced screams and terrible, violent, blood-curdling cries. Everything was in torment and the world was a wrathful beast with no sense of justice, yet endless in sentiment of judgement. It grabbed and punished at the world around itself, and even the stones were made spiteful and resentful, despite their tenacity for calmness and clear-mindedness... both, things which had faded from them over the years of tumult.
___As she breached outside of the woods and plains into a place but a couple of miles inland, she noted a road, and looked to it, and studied it, and read it. The path was twining throughout the land and she was following to gather in its route. In one direction, more woods, where the trees were mellow with melancholy and grieved the nature of life as lived around them. In their weeping were they a woman, and did they scorn the hatefulness, and did they loathe the succumbing to ugly ways. They held themselves with beauty, and their was sorrow there.
___In the other direction, the ruins of a city. It was screaming with calls to arms and vengeance. The stones that still stood echoed the sounds of battle, and the faltering pillars were disgusting with molestation and arrogance. Nothing looked sober, and it reflected as the land had been, being horrid and selfish a thing, with eyes only for its own cravings and heartless desire. The city was decrepit, but moss seemed to be growing over the stones, silencing their hatefulness, and putting them down as though a mother attempting to coo an aggravated child to sleep. They were kind, and cautious, as though they felt mercy for the terrible things that lived in the city ruins. She wondered had she not a place to feel this way as well, for it was just and loving, but her fear of the land encroached on any chance at good will, and she was instead terrified.
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