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A veil of dusted light fell through an opening in the ceiling of the carved hall. It's hem softly swayed along the floor, emphasizing the litter of broken shells and the occasional disturbance of particles scattered by slow creeping currents. The filtered beam of light gradated through the darkness, outlining the creatures gathered there and the architecture of the space. The walls had been carved into patterns and symbols. In places, inlaid marble jutted from indentations in deteriorating stone, giving the appearance of a cavernous mouth slowly losing it's teeth. The symbols and patterns indicated a civilization familiar with the sun, the desert, birds of the sky and heat. The creatures, apathetic to these depictions, softly hovered along the sea floor, anchored by their personal gravity. A temple to another world, the creatures knew nothing of this civilization's sunken history. They did not know of the sun's warmth or the earth's dryness. Their world, comprised of constant motion, sent shivers in cold sweeps. The creatures moved with their weather, taking the currents temperature by the intensity of it's prickle. Borrowing from it's sky above, their fluid firmament cast down dull days and swallowed solid nights.

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I sometimes wonder if I am drowning. Time moves over and around me like currents contradicting my direction. The dirt and debris of life get in my mouth. Swallowing on instinct, I choke. Violent spasms of emotion wash through me and I feel that no matter what happens I am going to lose. But, somehow another morning comes. I stand up and my body moves forward, running on memory's fumes. I tread through another day, sinking into another night.

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