| Re: First Lines
Sometimes, when I sit atop Aeirth Rock at night and look out into the Eastern Sea, I see the dim outline of ship approaching from far away, and a dark, cold fear snatches my heart; and when I see clearly that it's a turtle or some sort of the bird in the horizon, I feel joy, but also the foreboding thought still lingers inside: if my fate will ever stop chasing me. |