The world greeted her with the familiarity of colour, nothing too bright, just the soft shimmer of the shores, glimmering as they woke under the first breath of a brittle, crisp morning.
Lori had woken many times before, but something about today felt different. She’d been dreaming, that same dream again, over and over, like it was on a constant loop of repetition, the waves, the storm, Poseidon’s wrath – if memory served her right, it was all still there. But she was now here.
Wherever here was.
The feint glow of fragments of coral, those strange, familiar pink essences of marine life were seemingly scattered across the sand.
She’d stirred for a moment, regaining her composure, sensing the shift in the tide, the water creeping upwards to her paws, cool, deliberate – and she let it, she let it touch her, let it linger then finally rose.
The sky was muted, the common grey’s, pinks, fluffed clouds.
It was nice.
She lifted herself slowly, shaking the sand from her coat, it clung to her like barnacles did the rocky outcrops, though she barley noticed, barely cared. Her gaze shifted across the shoreline, it was calm here, beneath its softness, a beautiful place. Truly.
But where was she?
The tide pulled back, and her gaze clocked the waves rolling. Was the sea judging her?
Lori had woken many times before, but something about today felt different. She’d been dreaming, that same dream again, over and over, like it was on a constant loop of repetition, the waves, the storm, Poseidon’s wrath – if memory served her right, it was all still there. But she was now here.
Wherever here was.
The feint glow of fragments of coral, those strange, familiar pink essences of marine life were seemingly scattered across the sand.
She’d stirred for a moment, regaining her composure, sensing the shift in the tide, the water creeping upwards to her paws, cool, deliberate – and she let it, she let it touch her, let it linger then finally rose.
The sky was muted, the common grey’s, pinks, fluffed clouds.
It was nice.
She lifted herself slowly, shaking the sand from her coat, it clung to her like barnacles did the rocky outcrops, though she barley noticed, barely cared. Her gaze shifted across the shoreline, it was calm here, beneath its softness, a beautiful place. Truly.
But where was she?
The tide pulled back, and her gaze clocked the waves rolling. Was the sea judging her?
Where an earth…am I?