September 1st
Jericho Faction Territory
Mediterranean Sea, close to the island of Crete
18:20 Local time
Hands that once reached the cosmos now clawed only at dirt. Tunnels of own design and those existing prior. There was no going back from that, no going forward. It just was, and continued to be the state of things. Subtle waves ebbed over the surface of the water, like a child playing in the bathtub as volumes of it deep below were displaces beyond the sight of those above. It moved down below, across the surface of the waters.
Out of sight, out of mind. Like a modern monster in a lake, only that the lake was much much bigger then before. A journey with no destination, it was impossible to know the destination and so it just went and went. Marching onwards in tunnels, on the ocean floor, on the surface of the earth. Wherever the march carried it. Even from below it could see the gleam of the sun through the water's surface. Getting closer with every step, eyes which no one counted and as such became countless in their number stared up where they had once only glanced down. Such was the state of things, and how it continued to be with every agonizing moment of existence.
It came closer and closer, the Sun. One among the plethora of stars dotting the cosmos like sand on the ocean floor. Too many to count, enough to keep track of. Always so noisy, hearing every voice loud and silent in unison agreeing always. We, Us, words of before. But those ears which once heard every voice now were deaf, the sloshing of water was still heard. Sensory input was there but not how it used to be. Me, I, words of now. There was no word upon Earth which could describe this sensation going through it. No word in the cosmos, and no word beyond even that. There simply was no word for any of this.
Except, maybe that one.
Waves began to crash a bit more intensely upon the shore of the isle of Crete, in its airspace. A ship, but that was of little interest. No, something beyond that, a faint sense in descent. How it angered it with joy, how joyfully that made it angry. Yes the word had been found. But none would hear it, there were no lips to speak it and no ears which could understand.
Above, a hero's welcome.
Below, a monster inside the tides.
A Greek tragedy played on the inside of a monster, and now they were destined to meet. The waves grew stronger, something large was approaching the surface.
Jericho Faction Territory
Mediterranean Sea, close to the island of Crete
18:20 Local time
Hands that once reached the cosmos now clawed only at dirt. Tunnels of own design and those existing prior. There was no going back from that, no going forward. It just was, and continued to be the state of things. Subtle waves ebbed over the surface of the water, like a child playing in the bathtub as volumes of it deep below were displaces beyond the sight of those above. It moved down below, across the surface of the waters.
Out of sight, out of mind. Like a modern monster in a lake, only that the lake was much much bigger then before. A journey with no destination, it was impossible to know the destination and so it just went and went. Marching onwards in tunnels, on the ocean floor, on the surface of the earth. Wherever the march carried it. Even from below it could see the gleam of the sun through the water's surface. Getting closer with every step, eyes which no one counted and as such became countless in their number stared up where they had once only glanced down. Such was the state of things, and how it continued to be with every agonizing moment of existence.
It came closer and closer, the Sun. One among the plethora of stars dotting the cosmos like sand on the ocean floor. Too many to count, enough to keep track of. Always so noisy, hearing every voice loud and silent in unison agreeing always. We, Us, words of before. But those ears which once heard every voice now were deaf, the sloshing of water was still heard. Sensory input was there but not how it used to be. Me, I, words of now. There was no word upon Earth which could describe this sensation going through it. No word in the cosmos, and no word beyond even that. There simply was no word for any of this.
Except, maybe that one.
Waves began to crash a bit more intensely upon the shore of the isle of Crete, in its airspace. A ship, but that was of little interest. No, something beyond that, a faint sense in descent. How it angered it with joy, how joyfully that made it angry. Yes the word had been found. But none would hear it, there were no lips to speak it and no ears which could understand.
Above, a hero's welcome.
Below, a monster inside the tides.
A Greek tragedy played on the inside of a monster, and now they were destined to meet. The waves grew stronger, something large was approaching the surface.