The Realm of the Oceans
After a long while of just floating along, you begin to get this
strange sort of feeling. You're not sure why, though. The feeling is
all around you.
You listen for a minute. What was that sound? It was like a hollow,
unearthly singing, but it was so quiet. Was it your imagination?
You can feel the boat sinking, then, but for some reason, you are not
afraid. The boat sinks under the water and is gone, leaving you
floundering under the water. You feel a pull, like a riptide. It pulls
you down, down, and far away...
It is a gray kind of day on the beach this morning. Not sad gray, just
calm, quiet gray. Even the waves, which usually crash against the
shore, are calm. Silvery mists hang over the beach. You walk along the
wet sand, barefoot until you see an small old wooden rowboat lying
near the water's edge. You climb in and begin to push off with your
hands, since there are no oars. The gentle waves help you along.
