tapping a beat and humming an aimless tune while staring out to where the sea boils and turns to sky, stormy eyes , gray, unfocused, seeing nothing in everything, the sound shifts, becomes an ancient melody of long forgotten realms, war kingdoms and hard cities that now lay below the rotting waves. a disease of the ocean, made by the filth of minds, caught in it's own cleverness perhaps.... never spreading, never dying only waiting unyielding. the sighs on the wind whisper cruel things and spin faster and faster around the unchanging island. smiles ruefully tug at lips but never reach eyes that focus and darken on contamination.
"I can almost see eternity." Avin speaks to himself and doesn't notice i'm watching
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