| ( it's the middle of the ocean...
a girl lays still on a shoddy raft that's seen better days. there was a storm the night before... she must have had a bumpy ride. as the sun steadily rises, the sudden warmth is enough to get her to open her eyes.
it's a new day.
how long had she been floating now? it was getting difficult to remember. but it's been so long since she's even seen a ship. with her eyes half closed, if she squints just right... it's easy to imagine a ship in the distance -- being carried by the gentle breeze. the unforgiving waves had calmed a little. it was almost... peaceful.
mnemosyne closes her eyes for a moment, and draws in a breath. opening them again, she had thought that the ship in the distance would have disappeared -- it was just a figment of her imagination wasn't it?
no... it was getting closer! )
H... lp... He--lp! |