@saintlye ╱ sc.
eyes closed , she swims. free , alone , and untouched. the ocean is infinite , always changing and shifting with time but ready to be explored. yellow tangs and angelfish . . . a plethora of species follow her path. their company , quiet like her , is appreciated. grin , subtle and wholehearted , captures the outline of her mouth. it DISSIPATES as most beautiful things do. she hears it. the soft cry. it’s distant and filled with sorrow. it derives from the surface world. she had never been , never danced her fingers against the land or felt the breeze brush over her flesh. but something stirs in her gut. sympathy claws at her , a need to care persistent in her soul. cautiously , she rises from the depths , head peeking from the waves. she’s furtive in her approach , yet DARING and courageous. heart thumps in her chest , she nears. closer , closer , and closer. her presence hushed , but noticed. she springs back , diving underneath but only to ascend once more. heedful curiosity mends in her eyes while head cants , expression lined with worry.