In a time not so far from now, a young girl sits on a rock in the middle of the ocean. Her name is Meriel, but she can't remember it. Everywhere she looks, all she can see is an infinite expanse of swaying waves. Creatures of water that play with the sunlight piercing the air.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyCg9za6gJR
Some gently crash on the rock, spritzing tiny drops that, from time to time, land on her cheeks; other simply continue their everlasting dance.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSyMWyG7Qbf
A light breeze strokes her hair, making them look like a part of the sea she's observing.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡis8gpC6oeY
Meriel sees, but doesn't understand that continuous motion following rules that are hidden from her gaze. Still, she loves to hear its sound, to let herself be cradled by that lullaby. She stays on the rock, silent, wanting nothing more than to be part of that sea free from the chains of time.
She doesn't remember; she doesn't need to.
All of a sudden, the girl hears a voice, like a distant echo coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
She looks around, trying to figure out who is...singing? Meriel listens better, and finds something familiar in that tone, like a calling. Why is she there? She doesn't remember, doesn't understand; her thoughts feel distant and clouded. With her eyes closed, she can see it: a dark unease, a restlessness cold like the wind that is now whiping in her face.
She opens her eyes, scared, and sees the clouds in her mind covering the skies.
Now lightning makes the sea glow, the wind howls in her ears to be careful. The menace of the thunders comes closer and closer, but Meriel is more scared of the waves, that from graceful dancers have become ferocious predators. It's her they want. They try to grab her and take her with them, and the more she clings to her rock, the more insistent they become.
She's tired.
She lets go of the rock, lays down flat on her back, letting the seaweed seize her ankles and the waves crash on her shoulders. She will not be moved. Meriel closes her eyes again: she listens to the storm: now it doesn't seem anymore just threatening chaos, there's armony in that violence.
It's like a music, grandious and powerful, and after hearing such magnificence, Meriel doesn't want to fight it: she wants be a part of it. The water starts pulling her with more strength.
Meriel starts singing. At first it's only whispers, but those whispers grow confident and loud as she hears in them the melody she heard before, and that voice that is now singing along, as it was a part of her. Tears mixing with the salty water that keeps being thrown on her face, the song becomes one with the horizon, and Meriel loses and finds herself in those raging waves. A second later, there's no one on the rock and the water is calm again; the waves go back to their gracious dance.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY9niO0os0O
They'll stay like that, at least until someone else will hear Meriel singing.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkiIXIEcD04
They won't know it's her, they will recognize a melody that you can't find if not in the immensity of the sea, if not in the infinite of ourselves. At that point there will be a new voice inside of the music, a new shade on the painting.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaNV2lWq7sl
Forever.535Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIvoeJ0sFc6
