I fell through the night, under me I could see white crested waves
of the sea and there was little I could do to stop this freefall.
It took 3 minutes to reach the unforgiving surface of the vast ocean.
I screamed like a hurt animal and began sinking, could not breathe,
fought and struggled to be free of this huge amount of water; and
there it was my heaven, full moon pulling me upwards so I could
fly and dream amongst stars; but I had to swim to Saragossa and
find the secret island always hidden in a miasma of the absolved.
I could not do it alone. On my back floated my body, was anemone
and incredible beautiful. The sea was a mirror now, yes, affable as
it is when looked at by a young girl of eighteen, I was held back by
the sea as the moon tried to possess me, they both wanted me and
this filled me with ecstatic happiness as the current slowly helped
me to reach the dawn of Saragossa.
