It’s not often you expect when casting nets
that a creature appears straight out of Atlantis
someone ancient but familiar in form
what some thought a mystic fiction of human outside the norm
She is human
but speaks like one of the ocean
understanding clicks
droning moans
symbolic sea stones
her tired gaze
slow to awaken
a creature stuck on land without motion
Beautiful yet completely separated from the land above
the falling pearls from her ears
and glinting seashells running down her cheek
seem to indicate a place long forgotten in the depths of the briny bleak
Cutting her loose
she’s looking at me and my crew
seeming to recognize our similarities but question why we are dry
looking down towards the water
I can’t tell whether she wants to go back or if there is a place for this daughter of the sea
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