Author: Laura H fried_flamingo
Note: a little offering to deal with my melancholy
The ocean is vast but not infinite. All water touches the shore eventually and all things, one day, must end.
He is ancient and savage. A primeval beast for whom fury and force hold dominion and nothing can control him. Save for one voice. The voice summons and he must heed the call. Hunt, it says, so he seeks his prey. Devour, it says, so he feasts. Die, it says.
The ocean is not infinite. Its waves may whisper or they may roar but its water remains unchanged.
All things are washed ashore.
All things decay.
All things must end.