you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
How did she get here?
There's an obvious answer, of course: she went through a portal and took a left, finding herself in a busy port. She wandered away toward the beach, repulsed by the ocean and desperately thirsty at the same time. She found a patch of sunlight far enough from the waves to feel somewhat safe, though the yawning mouth of the ocean still stretches out like monster's gullet, eager to swallow her whole. For now she's safe, sitting on grass and watching the waves with glittering, sunken eyes.
Who knows how long that will last.
"I'm not afraid. You're afraid." There you go, Amalia. That'll show the sea.
There's an obvious answer, of course: she went through a portal and took a left, finding herself in a busy port. She wandered away toward the beach, repulsed by the ocean and desperately thirsty at the same time. She found a patch of sunlight far enough from the waves to feel somewhat safe, though the yawning mouth of the ocean still stretches out like monster's gullet, eager to swallow her whole. For now she's safe, sitting on grass and watching the waves with glittering, sunken eyes.
Who knows how long that will last.
"I'm not afraid. You're afraid." There you go, Amalia. That'll show the sea.
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
