The sound registers deep down in the primal parts of my brain. It reaches a crescendo as I approach the floating mass of adipocere that was once humanity.
Repetitive. Insistent.
Like a beacon within the wreckage of man.
I move closer, towering over the earth, my shadow as wide and engulfing as the sea beneath me. Why is this sound beckoning me? Why does it fill me with such a strange sensation? A reminiscence of sorts that my enraged mind could only recall on the most subconscious of levels.
An emptiness. A yearning.
It’s getting stronger; churning the ocean.
Floating just below the surface I see a solitary heart, withered and black yet beating, encased in sorrow. I part the bloody sea as faceless memories start flooding my mind in vivid flashes and vicious swirls.
Are these my memories?
Taunting me? Consoling me?
The cavity in my chest burns as if longing to be filled, to be whole. The racing memories slow to a crawl. I see myself in them. And I weep.
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