Waves crashing on rocky shores, letting loose their cacophony of thunderous applause. Beating upon the shore in it's endless task of life, the rule of charge that ebbs the wave ever further to crawl up onto land. To face the sun and to be burned and boiled, given life anew and risen to the clouds only to come down again, changed and formless but yet all the same. Come unto these yellow sands.

Do we march because of our own drive? Or do we, like the seaweed caught in the chaos of the filling tidepools, are merely forced to dance along to much greater forces than our own. Watching as the sea inevitably fills up the rocky scape, once a utopia of 6 fleeting hours, now under the freezing waves. The beings within change their directions, returning or receding. Some dig their heels by burying themselves in the sand, others by hiding in burrows and small caves. All efforts to change their fate, unknowing it was the sea's plan all along.

And yet the water recedes, eventually. As if the ocean itself grew tired of it's attempt to clamber onto the sand. 6 hours more and it's gone again, into miniature little pockets. Tiny visions into a completely different world.

The shape of something left behind, soaked and covered in debris, lay resting in one of those tide pools. As if the tide pool were a clam, and the being a bright creamy white pearl. It hardly moved, it's breath dropping and rising slowly, shallow. They're freezing but it looks like their body might be too tired to even shiver.

Is it dead?

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Did someone call for a hero?

Apollon had decided to further explore this winter not-so wonderland. It was cold, and quiet. Fortunately, his fluffy coat kept him warm. He had met only one wolf in his time here, but hadn’t met anyone else. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of place he was in. It was mind boggling.

Anyway, his wander brought him to a coastal biome. Looking for his next meal, he searched the tide pools for any kind of edible goods to satisfy his growing hunger. He had visited many tidepools already, but when he reached the next tide pool, he reeled back in surprise. There was something alive, covered by sea debris, cradled in the pool. He creeped closer, and chose to clean the debris off its body. Upon fully cleaning, he discovered that…. It was a wolf!

The wolf breathed, but wasn’t conscious. It didn’t shiver either; now that was a bad sign. He quickly pulled the being from its seaside cradle, and hoisted it up upon his back.

He carried the creature into the trees. He then set it down, to create a nest of sorts where he could warm it up, and let it rest. After he put it in the cold nest, he laid down beside it, and began to lick it. He did his best to warm it up, trying to bring it back to consciousness.