Home is where the coastline kisses the sea.
Salty air clouds your lungs. Fog envelops you, choking your vision. Any other person would have panicked, being at such a high elevation and being able to see so little. But these are your cliffs, your sea. Were you not raised here, brought up to the sound of sea crashing against cliff? No, you'd know every rock, rain or shine.
So why then, when the fog thickens, do you start to feel dizzy? Stars dance before your eyes. The fog seems to have clouded your mind; numbed your thoughts. That's when your chest tightens and one thought emerges from the muddied silence of you brain: "I'm lost."
Waves crashing on cliffs change from a choir singing a lullaby to a jeering crowd. With every beat they laugh, "You're lost, you're lost, you're lost."
With the wind roaring in your ears, you forget where the edge of the cliff is.
Your knees collide with the cold cliff beneath you. Your head continues to spin and your heart repeatedly throws itself upon your ribs, begging to be released.
That's when you hear it: singing. The most heavenly voices you've ever heard, yet they send chills down your spine. There is something haunting about the way they drown out the waves, the whipping wind.
In the midst of unearthly noises and sounds you'll never understand, a single word rings out above the rest: "Come."
If you'd like to follow the voices, click here.
If you'd like to ignore the voices and wait for the fog to pass, click here.
Salty air clouds your lungs. Fog envelops you, choking your vision. Any other person would have panicked, being at such a high elevation and being able to see so little. But these are your cliffs, your sea. Were you not raised here, brought up to the sound of sea crashing against cliff? No, you'd know every rock, rain or shine.
So why then, when the fog thickens, do you start to feel dizzy? Stars dance before your eyes. The fog seems to have clouded your mind; numbed your thoughts. That's when your chest tightens and one thought emerges from the muddied silence of you brain: "I'm lost."
Waves crashing on cliffs change from a choir singing a lullaby to a jeering crowd. With every beat they laugh, "You're lost, you're lost, you're lost."
With the wind roaring in your ears, you forget where the edge of the cliff is.
Your knees collide with the cold cliff beneath you. Your head continues to spin and your heart repeatedly throws itself upon your ribs, begging to be released.
That's when you hear it: singing. The most heavenly voices you've ever heard, yet they send chills down your spine. There is something haunting about the way they drown out the waves, the whipping wind.
In the midst of unearthly noises and sounds you'll never understand, a single word rings out above the rest: "Come."
If you'd like to follow the voices, click here.
If you'd like to ignore the voices and wait for the fog to pass, click here.
- s.s.
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