Hey guess who started writing an ocean horror instead of working on any of the twenty plus things she's supposed to be writing?
Participate in my shame.
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We don't belong there.
When the first creature traded fins for feet and chose land the ocean took it personally. It tries to prove this to us often and without mercy but we're a species of idiots.
We don't belong there.
We used to but we abandoned it and it remembers. Not all of it surely but the deep does. The dark, the cold, the unfathomable remembers.
You're thinking this means it wants us dead. Wants us out.
No.
It wants us back...and it holds such masterful lures to beg us to it. With sweet breeze and swelling waves it beckons. With mysteries waiting beneath its shimmering wake it tantalizes. There's food here, it sings, shiny treasures too.
So quickly we rush to its waters we never stop to consider how those trinkets got there. Or why those delicious meaty treats keep to predictable paths.
Most of the earth is ocean, with so much of it unsounded, but no matter how deep, how quiet what calls...we cannot ignore its song.
And it will have us. Every one.
We don't belong there.
But it wants us.
Try telling that to marine biologists, to oceanographers, fishermen, divers...tourists.
They don't listen, and it eats them up. One by one it devours those of us fool enough to plumb its depths, but you, for you there's hope.
A tale of curiosity, loss, of wonder, danger and hard won lessons.
Yes, for you there's hope. If you pay attention.
