Power beyond the comprehension of a mortal mind, dwelling amongst the depths of the mortal world. Sweet, powerful, alluring songs against the rocks drifting to the ears of the innocent as all else fades away into the night. The strong wind making a tempest of that which is decievingly calm to the mortal eye. Beings of the depths quietly dwelling, ever watchful of the world of men who know not what it is they do. Cliffs overlooking all that lies before them, yet as she stands upon them, her night gown wipping in the wind, molding against her shape, wonder is not known to her mind and heart, but sorrow. For in this beauty and greatness, is the deception that the world whispers aong her skin, twisting all that she knows, yet here, lies the truth, the sea of night, ever changing and never ending in all that it is.
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