Date: 1-19-2024
Tags: The Wailsong
âShe rolled herself over, clawing into the damp sand of the beach. With every heave of her chest, she disgorged more sea water. The ringing in her ears was ever present. How could there be something so terrible out there? Her fits of coughing were followed by the drone of a far off screeching.., no.., a wailing. She tried to keep her eyes closed, but could not stop envisioning its twisted form, a monstrous tower of profound fear. How could gods allow such a thing to be? She washed ashore after a day of drifting, yet its cries sounded just like it was towering over again, a twisted melody that had sank its hooks into her mind. Her heart kept beating to the tempo of smashing of ships and buckling hulls. Forever cursed to not just hear, but carry the melody of the WailsongâŠâ
O: ââŠAnds thatâs why she cut off her ears.â Y :âYous been drinking too much, that beast donât come close enough for someone to wash ashore.â O :âAnd what would you know, you never leave the coast you wimp.â Y: âAlright, Iâll drop it, just stop going senile for a change. If you keep spewin this nonsense that you are, you are going to be jetsam. We got a job to do anyways, these hearts donât ship themselves.â