At first, it was as if it were not happening at all. So subtle and slowly did they form. Little marks in the sand, etching themselves out over the course of days. So minutely that it was beyond observation, but etched they were. If the waves obscured them, they appeared again without pause. If a foot scattered them, they regrew, but quicker now.
Then, as if they had reached a sort of breaking point, the etching began to accelerate. They came faster now, sketching across the beachfront as an artist worked his easel, appearing across the sand in patterns like the vegetation of the sea. They etched, and advanced, until one of the main branches suddenly parted a parcel of sand, revealing there an object, white and glistening, some sort of stone.
Then, without a sound, the etchings departed. The sand filled in and the waves splashed in and wiped them out.
The stone remained. Moments later, with a crack that echoed for miles around, a sound that should not have been possible from this tiny thing, a fissure appeared in the smooth casing. A fissure that bled an unholy light.
It was a gift from the sea, and it had opened, and what lay inside was the ruin of us all.
Great find, the patterns are really cool. The colours are just a little flat, upping the saturation just a little and adding a little contrast makes this pop a bit more
Hey this is pretty cool, I did like it better before I read the title as it then suddenly made sense, I liked it better before I knew what it was, as an abstract work. 8 from me!
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