30 Cylus 720
Yeva was sitting in a boat, watching the waves swirl in a endless sea of pigment. The wind was blowing softly and the sun was shining. 'I could stay here forever,' she thought, yawning against the railing. Yeva slowly sat up and reached into the crisp water, pulling back to see that the liquid coated her fingers like thick paint, spreading up her arm without alarm. She watched it in fascination, how it dipped beneath the cover of her white dress and turned her skin prismatic, an ever shifting array of colors. Pink, blue, green, red - she had become a dripping rainbow and she wandered along the side of the boat and suddenly the deck beneath her disappeared.
She floated downward, cheeks puffed as if she held her breath, and yet there was no need. She existed easily, watching gold and silver fish pass in great schools with scales that twinkled like starlight. Further and further she dropped until all the colors began to fade, monochromatic and oh-so-silent. Yeva looked up, but the surface was no longer and when she tried to jump, her weightlessness was gone. Her body sunk a stone, and yet she still shimmered, the only glow of restless color for as far as the eyes could see. Her toes curled into the grey sand and she crouched. Little trails were wiggled into the ocean floor, courtesy of shiny black sea snails, half burrowed.
She cupped a hand to her mouth and called to the darkness that she felt no fear of, "Hello?"
Her voice did not echo, it simply ended. She called out again, "Is anyone there?"
She floated downward, cheeks puffed as if she held her breath, and yet there was no need. She existed easily, watching gold and silver fish pass in great schools with scales that twinkled like starlight. Further and further she dropped until all the colors began to fade, monochromatic and oh-so-silent. Yeva looked up, but the surface was no longer and when she tried to jump, her weightlessness was gone. Her body sunk a stone, and yet she still shimmered, the only glow of restless color for as far as the eyes could see. Her toes curled into the grey sand and she crouched. Little trails were wiggled into the ocean floor, courtesy of shiny black sea snails, half burrowed.
She cupped a hand to her mouth and called to the darkness that she felt no fear of, "Hello?"
Her voice did not echo, it simply ended. She called out again, "Is anyone there?"