let my shadows prove the sunshine
He tries to forget.
He tells himself he hadn’t died - it was only a nightmare, long and everlasting in its entirety, but a nightmare all the same.
He knows it isn’t true; it hadn’t been a nightmare and perhaps he would one day come to terms with the reality of it (that he had died, resurrected, and brought forth life from the dark god that had sentenced him to such a fate), but today - he only searches for something unfamiliar. He looks for something that he could cling to that wasn’t memories, something new and exciting and distracting.
So, he finally returns to Ischia. It had been a decade since he had last dallied within the crystal clear waters that are known through all of Beqanna for their glorious depths and clear tide pools. Even now, with the shadow of the afterlife hanging over him (and the swell of new life within him), he stares into the pools, watching the hermits crabs as they scurry along, as well as the silverfish that dart between the cool waters as they search for the rising tide for escape.
He is lost amongst all of these things: the sun, the calm waters, and even the gentle call of parrots within the nearby jungle. All is a distraction most welcome.
svedka
@[Aquaria]