
--- username; kyar
--- name; mohimo
--- gender; male
----- prompt;
- the surf
rolling upward in thundering spirals
ebbed faintly at the settled stonework
biting and pulling fragments
too small to be seen
from foundation of the old tower
waiting motionless above
silver eyes
reflected space of the moon
and the stars
found horizon where ocean melded
with the graying sky
the shallow clouds gently
masking the world away
the crash
the roar
ever thundering up the stonework
a buzz of saltwater hovering
inescapable
the lull of a familiar life
what would it feel like
to let his feet touch the shimmering sand?
the cool water
would it soothe
or would it burn?
the chains of a curse
sealed at birth by a man
a father
whose son should remain his servant
all time locked away
forsaken by a world
he never knew
mohimo
what is there to find
when the world is so close
yet untouched by your own hand?
his books
his studies of the arcane
of the traditions
the curses
could never lead him away
a breath
a fog so fleeting
it could never cover the reality
he so wished he could break
roaring teal and white
crested below
rocketing upward along faded
worn stones
the tower's base
stained with the tears of saltwater kisses
how he longed for the waves
to come crashing
spiraling
devastating
tearing the tower
brick by brick
to its bed below
should one day the ocean choose
the tower become its own
a crumbling relic on an ancient shoreline
dashed to simple stones
rubble
pulled deep out to sea
one day
would the tower fall?
would with it
the ocean tear away the curse
dash upon shoreline the bonds keeping father and son
so desperately intertwined?
would one day
he find himself lost on a rocky shore
alone
free with the current of the waves?
glimmering cascades sifted out to the sea
returning to the body that scattered
that destroyed
that founded the world
back to the water
someday
- mohimo woke from a fitful dream to see him standing over him once more
"father?"
a hand beckoned him silently from his bed, and slowly his legs slipped out of their covers, chilled by the night air
the man was hardened, stone-faced, so long as mohimo could remember
goosebumps trickled up mohimo's legs, the sound of the ocean fading beneath muddled thoughts as he followed his father's gaze
on the table rested two vials, filled with a deep violet syrup
"what are they?"
his father's face, unchanged, turned to him
"find out," he commanded
swirling, blackened mist - and he vanished
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