it's like a heartbeat

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There is power in the water and if the creek don’t rise he will sing it into quiet fury, drown out the nonbelievers, fill their lungs with the salt and the cold and relish each last gasp as they become shells once again. They say it’s dust to dust, but mortals were never clay, they have always been kin to the water— and he knows each one feels the pull of his tides, yearns for the dark unknown of his depths. The mystery, the seduction, the endlessness, the deep deep dark where he silently roams. His kingdom, the sea.

Poseidon, for zombres.

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