Waterworld ex-machina
7 Gates to Essëa
The houses and the beaches and the food all were from the sea. All our people lived together in a sort of wood and palm tree house tide all together with natural ropes. All our clothes and colours and animals and life was around the ocean. I was there with my family; a boy of maybe 11 years.
All was good till one day one outsider appeared. She was ok and fit into my family. Into everyones actually. She was one of us till something happened. All the life and the swimming and the life from the ocean was suddenly cut out from our lives when she was for some reason banned.
She left our village through one of our house wells to the ocean and with her disappearance the water left too. It was like all the water would leave with her. Actually after she dived in the well leaving us all the water followed her.
Some say that she was the ocean itself willing to live with us and see and taste and experience all that she was providing. We would have ceremonies and all sorts of rituals thanking the ocean and paying tributes to her. But when it came to us to live with us thanks to the gratitude we showed her we treated her like something different. Our hypocrisy turns against us.
Now, and suddenly our food is different. We wear different things and even our fish has turned into pork. All has changed but it is funny how most of us can’t even remember how life was a couple months ago. It’s like the sea would have taken everyone’s memory too. And its that memory its a vibration tied to particles and to all that recreate that we are.
When things change, only the ones able to daydream and to keep ancient memory of this world alive are the ones that might someday bring the ocean back or maybe the ocean will come looking for us, or we might just remain nostalgic of something others can’t remember anymore.
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