Alone

[SilkiyTea]

Another letter. From the unknowable.

It sounds like a dream I had. When I was younger.

My clan and I, cannot breath beneath the waves.

The curse of Air. Made to spite us. As Yama's first creations.

His most prized. His most beloved.

Created. To soothe the ills, of Inki. To show.

His kinship. His love.

Only to inspire spite. Hatred.

Our home within the sea, had pockets where we would sleep. To breath the salted air.

Coral twisted and carved, where water would not pool further.

I remember this dream.

Only because of the curse.

I only woke, when my lungs demanded air.

I dozed where I should not have.

My brother soothed me. Said it meant something.

Even now. I do not know.

Am I the one, lost in the middle?

What was it, that the dead said to me.

"Too vile for the nice ones. Too nice for the vile ones. Stuck in the middle. An un-existence you might say, no?"

Who are you.

And why do you dream.

Of.

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