Cry Me A Sad River Prologue

Have you ever dreamed of such a borderless territory under the water beneath the moonlight?

Large, dark waves rising and falling soundlessly, an explosive but silent energy on the horizon.

Just like that, from just getting the soles of your feet damp, to being submerged up to the top of your feet, over your s.h.i.+n, step by step, walking into the bitter coldness of the silent abyss.

Have you ever heard a sound like this?

From a very distant place, yet sounding so close.

As if a tiny insect flew into your ears. Its wings buzzing in your eardrum.

The sudden sound of pulses beating on your temple.

A pale, blurred stream of light elongated in your vision.

What’s that?

The long and tedious pa.s.sing of time is like a dark, damp and humid cave.

Youth hangs atop of your head like an infusion bottle. Drip by drip, they fade away cleanly.

And yet, outside the window, the world is still clear and bright.