Ryujin's love.

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Ocean stretching beyond the visible horizon, enveloped by an ominous mist of golden hue, blending the edges of glistening waters with bright pastel colours, far beyond; the ocean truly is vast, but the eager sights may behold its imaginary ends once the day shuts its eyes on the lively world below. Each blue wave that crashed against the cliffside, rumbled and frothed, dribbling from outcropping rocks that sliced through the grasping attempts of the dark ocean, gasping at the pure life-fuel of the living as it bubbled and burrowed up the mossy, seaweed-clad cliff. And yet, as seen below, it was so above, as the dreamy clouds blew along with the air currents, lulled towards sleep by a gentle summer's breeze, with the inferior moon now waking to be welcomed by a darkened and blueish atmosphere.

The temperamental 7th sea, at unrest, or so it seemed from up top; carelessly endulging in hazards, that one boy, dangling his bare feet off the edge, his intrigued orbs dipping below to gaze in fascination - his furrowed brows, in agreeance with the natural wonders the boy was witnessing. Indeed, a wonder to behold by any mere human. The extent of our undiscovered waters, seemingly unveiled, and yet shrouded by extensive mysteries. What is below - truly, below? Beneath the raging sea, was there tranquility, or endless tugs and pulls that would strand even the mightiest of fish in the midst of places a human has never seen. With his jean-cuffs neatly rolled up to just below his knee, the durable fabric at his bottom gripped the grassy strands loosely. And along with the breeze, he went, his stationed palms pushing the rest of his body along the fresh grass, until at last, his whole form floated above the endless void, zooming away from the cliff's edge.

He fell freely, plummeting down, so eerily close to the fangs of the guarding walls next to him. Spinning out of control, his body was finally assuaged by the cold liquid he so fantasised about. Submerged, the concussive impact blurred his once crystal-clear eyes. His head, in a mindless daze, prancing from abject terror to soothing release. With the cliffs now fading away, from below, the archaic sea-creature, with jaws mightier than life, swam up; it's streamlined, serpentine body swirling in an upwards spiral, the fluorescent scales littering its body glowing with such intensity, itself a beacon in the ocean, warning him of his imminent demise. So this, is what the void held so dearly in its impenetrable depths. The jaws clamped down, snatching the boy away from the slightest of glimmering light-streams. The cacophonous rumblings emanating from the throat canal of the creature sent shocking vibrations throughout the bones and tender flesh, until at last, the breath he held had dissipated, seeping from his burdened, starving lungs. The boy succumbed to sleep. As the day above, so the boy below, swept away by a monstrosity only the ocean could harbour, into a deep trance.

A tender, assuasive warmth suspired life to each quiescent nerve, muscle, vein and artery. The once frigid, anaesthetized foot yielded to the featherweight, ethereal touch - Cassiel, confined to an immutable euthymia, coaxed to a befuddled state. An imable haze occluded Cassiel's yearning, hagard orbs, which were soon liberated from the all-consuming void. The radient warmth, a sun-kiss, unfurling from the sole of Cassiel's foot, awakening the boy through it's age, until it dissipating within his serene heart, and Cassiel beheld the dazzling azure heavens. Enthralled, spirited blood gushed to each sense, inspiring a liberating reinvigoration of his soul, whilst the translucent, frothing waves lapped at Cassiel, effervescing along his willowy, sylphlike contours. The utterance of a single note - feebly as the meek touch that persisted - fell from parched, pale lips; a frail, enervated whimper, interweaved with the hush of the chasmic ocean that purred to no foreseeable end.

"Oh, a peculiar noise indeed."

Cassiel could scarcely construe coherent meaning - his ears, receptive cardinally to the seraphic confluence of oceanic chime, and the vague existence of tongue-borne sound which it swaddled. Who, if at all a living being, spoke to him? Cassiel leered at his bare, uplifted foot that obstructed his drooping gaze, which upon it's sluggardly descent, met, at last, a face - firstly, converging with a pair of ignited, unforgettably arresting, turquoise irises. Such alluring, sunless tresses caressing the zephyrs unreservedly, a ringlet intruding, but momentarily, upon the discerning eyes. A man, rinsed by ocean's charisma.

A man.

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Salutations, Dearest of Readers. If by chance you happened to read through this flowery piece, I feel as if I should spare some words about it, alongside my deepest of thanks.

This was never intended to be a continuing story, but rather an expressive, (hopefully) charming piece of literature. It may very well be difficult to understand, but I hold hope that it may have been an intriguing read, albeit a tad exhausting too..

I wonder if I'll write a continuation. I have not written stories for well over 2 years, I'd have to muster sufficient courage.

Here, is what inspired this whole story, apart from a Ghibli favourite, Ponyo!

https://youtu.be/C3SXMJM3tks

This artist is extremely talented. He creates Diorama's, focusing on the Ocean, or the sea or anything to do with enchanting, deep-blue waters.

If you don't like links, search 'Thalasso Hobbyer'.

Thank you, thank you.

Ps: I apologise for the lack of aesthetic imagery to go along with your reading.