25 may 2026
out of the water, she emerged a sea-nymph, a young maiden her hair was a long black weed wrapping around her pale body; her eyes were blue as the sea that she had been born of, piercing and sharp as the dagger in my hands.
her red lips parted and she spoke to me, a mess of incomprehensible sounds almost like a waterfall or droplets of rain hitting the ocean surface
i could not understand, but the girl continued to speak to me, anyway.
it were as if she floated atop the water, following the movement of my boat although she moved not an inch.
in her sound, though i did not understand i had begun to find a sort of peace, an inexplicable solace that i can not describe. it was then that i decided to lay the dagger in my palms down, and live yet another day.