It was no longer summer. The sun shone with a lessening intensity, but it was still warm as ever when there was no shade to block it. The ocean upwelled from the deep; cold, nutritive waters lapping at the shores of the continent. This seeped into the land, which seemed to grow more and more verdant as the season waned on. Every nook was alive with scent &
sound. The wind billowed, and the rains moved through their pulsing cycles. It was all beautiful and distinctly, dreadfully, dolefully indulgent.
Bored, Ampoule could never be. Ampoule could smell the changes on the wind and in the water. Seeing as she was beholden to no one and knew loyalty to no lands, she moved away from the beach. She poked around the inland treeline, tracing the designs in brine that marked the treebark. Then she climbed, the sloping earth taking her upwards and closer to the sky, so that she might become of the clouds themselves and drift free across the land, truth untethered.
She found herself at a cascade. It was not large and grandiose as some she had heard of, but its waters trickled in force and created a mist in the churning bowl below. The siren gazed over the precipice, blinking at the light that danced, sparkling, gleaming back towards her like dancing searchlights. Ampoule smiled, taking a deep breath, and felt peaceful in this place. The roar of the falling waters was like a balm to a spirit, a metronome for her that gave her place in this moment – purpose. Perhaps somewhere in the back of her awareness, her body was experiencing hunger.
But hunger took a backseat to the splendor and wonder of the world that ran like a treadmill beneath her feet. She was hungry for so much more than food. She craved to experience everything that his corporeal life had to offer her.
Bored, Ampoule could never be. Ampoule could smell the changes on the wind and in the water. Seeing as she was beholden to no one and knew loyalty to no lands, she moved away from the beach. She poked around the inland treeline, tracing the designs in brine that marked the treebark. Then she climbed, the sloping earth taking her upwards and closer to the sky, so that she might become of the clouds themselves and drift free across the land, truth untethered.
She found herself at a cascade. It was not large and grandiose as some she had heard of, but its waters trickled in force and created a mist in the churning bowl below. The siren gazed over the precipice, blinking at the light that danced, sparkling, gleaming back towards her like dancing searchlights. Ampoule smiled, taking a deep breath, and felt peaceful in this place. The roar of the falling waters was like a balm to a spirit, a metronome for her that gave her place in this moment – purpose. Perhaps somewhere in the back of her awareness, her body was experiencing hunger.
But hunger took a backseat to the splendor and wonder of the world that ran like a treadmill beneath her feet. She was hungry for so much more than food. She craved to experience everything that his corporeal life had to offer her.
