yet she was still able to gaze at the ocean

her entire face was hidden behind a pearl

the head was ensnared in a cage of shimmering pearls, and with each tear that fell, crimson streams cascaded from her face as if sliced by a blade.

so will you take this dagger from me?

I’ll return to the sea

a dying heart, bleeding feet

while sitting on the seashore at midnight, where there was no one else except for the ships sailing out to sea, I immersed myself in poetry that you gave me.

while sitting on the seashore at midnight, where there was no one else except for the ships sailing out to sea, I immersed myself in poetry that you gave me.

these words cause a strange increase in my desire to keep even the tiniest things, whether it's a petal or a book.

amphitrite is the authentic delineation of a mystical woman born in the ocean who has a phantom that is entirely associate to the roaring waves.