The sky that morning was grey. The air hung stagnant along the seemingly endless shore. It was quiet aside from the steady breath and break of the tide as it clawed it's way in, zealous for more land, and then exhausted from the efforts, swept back out.
Without warning the atmosphere, sparked to life like lightning, came alive. The mouth of the ocean pulled back it's white-foam lips into a terrifying snarl and all at once spit forth a tangle of limbs struggling to stay upright. Her golden hair hung around her face, wild and unkempt. Her skin, smooth like silk, adorned in a opaque opalescent chemise, seemed to glow from within. It seemed as if the moon itself has brushed it's lips along her perfectly formed cheekbones, leaving stardust in it's wake. She was perfect, and if not for the vacant, troubled crease that sat upon her regal brow, untouchable.Read More