Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~

[Remi-chan]

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Swansong of the Slime Sea

Fleeting fair skies... Weather incalculable. Unimaginable potential for dread. Warned evermore the danger of the slime sea.

It is no mere sea of slime. It lives, it breathes, it feels... It is she. And she consumes. To explore her domain is to enter the jaws of oblivion, like swans to a song of death. There are none who know her name, none who have survived her territory. Divine Territory.

A force of nature beyond nature. Built of slime, become of slime... The entire sea is her, and she is little less than God's boundary. To attempt surpassing her sea, is to sail headfirst into the grave. Absorbed of energy and all that makes life. Milked like a hive for its nectar. Discarded only are the non-organic things. Crushed under the dead-heat pulse of an organic body the size of an ocean. No man's land: the physical manifestation.

An eternal dance of cold cruelty and ever-hungry anticipation. Serenade of silenced cries and muffled screams, muted by untamed viscuous violence. Slicked down to bone and absorbed until a withered husk. There are no funerals, no commemorations upon the time of passing. The goodbye is the send off. To venture to the Slime Sea is to venture into only one thing...

A . S W A N S O N G . O F . D E A T H .

Nameless is the murderer. A murder of an explorer lost at sea, is a murder not recorded. No final speech, no sorry for heartbroken. No family waiting for them back at home. You entered that mire of dread and now you can not leave. You are a deadman on a mission of fools. Crossing a boundary that God forbade you cross. Men get eaten, machines get crushed, steel avians are drowned in the waterspouts that reach for nectar of the heavens. Danger ever-reaching. And now you are its prey. There are no survivors to tell your story, no heroes to pass on your legend... They are dead, as are you.

T H I S . I S . T H E . O N L Y . W A Y . I T . W O U L D . H A V E . E N D E D .

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