
Floc #:
104
Floc Name:
Shizuku (滴) meaning "Droplet" in Japanese
Backstory:
Droplet of the Sea
As long as I've remembered, I've always lived by the sea. I've always seen turquoise waves crash against the sandy shore. I've always found trinkets of the oceans, shells of magical colours you've never seen. I've always heard the cries of the seabirds. I've always smelled the salt in the air.
However, my perfect world soon shattered. I had to leave my home.
My keyholder said we were moving, away to a place I've never been before. A suburban area, she said.
I threw a fit. I cried. I screamed. I begged.
Of course, all to no avail.
I would be snatched away from the only thing I treasured for all my life.
She said,"We can always visit." with eyes that urged me to understand and forgive her.
It wouldn't be the same, but I did. I forgave her.
Though I knew I would be leaving the seaside, I was prompted by the possibility of seeing other Flox.
I would leave, and take all of the sea I could, my shells, my rocks, and my bottles of sand.
I could not, however, not take my water.
I pondered this over many days, and finally, on the last, my keyholder thought of something.
"Why not bring a bottle of sea water?"
I almost hit myself for being such a fool. Of course,like my sand! Why had I not thought of that before?
I rushed out, bringing the largest bottle I could with me, and went to say goodbye to the sea.
I'm sure they whispered farewell within the lull of the waves, as I scooped some of the contents of the ocean into my bottle.
I went back, and so we traveled.

Over the long journey, I had a brilliant idea! I would make my own version of the sea, a monument of it. I would use a glass bowl to contain the saltwater and sand, and place on a table along with my shells.
Once we had arrived at our destination, I bolted away with my container of my sea.
Before reaching the door, I slipped, and all my dreams were shattered into a dozen pieces.
Like the bottle of my connection to the beautiful sea.
I felt tears trickle down my cheeks.
What was left of the bottle, the bottom, contained one droplet of my home.
One droplet.
My last hope that I would treasure forever.
Droplet.
Shizuku.
Me.
(390 words, title not include, nor this part)

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