Eyrial (photo not by me)
I am the girl who lives in the bottom of the sea.
My home is desolate and quiet. It is always cold in my home, but I am used to it. I have traced every single surface of the rocky walls that line the abyss leading to my home. Nothing alive ever comes down here, except for a rare ray of light. I do not know whether it is moonlight or sunlight. It looks beautiful all the same. When the ray of light does reach my home, I can see my red hair floating eerily in the dark waters. Blood on black.
I have a friend who comes to visit whenever he can. I think his name is Rix. I think that’s what his other friends look like too; black and white bodies. He always sings to me in a mystical voice, and I would always get chills on my skin.
His body is too big to enter my home, so we meet at the entrance of my home. We would dance around, share some fish and shrimp that Rix would bring from his home. We never understand each other’s languages; I love the sound of his all the same. His language sounds song-like and beautifully echoic. It can make me want to sing, or make me want to cry at the heartbreaking sound. I would always feel sad when he leaves.
Sometimes I leave my home to venture alone. I would feel the waters rush by me as I propel myself towards the top of the abyss. The colours of the water would change from black to indigo to blue. I am always bathed in warmth whenever I reach the blue waters.
I would always follow the sea tunnel that leads to a small pool in a middle of a green and brown place. They have coral that grow on the land, and they look different from any true coral that I had ever seen. Once I plucked one from the edge of the pool and tried to carry it home. It shrivelled almost immediately, and I was sad for killing it. But I remember how it felt before I brought it to the water. It felt smooth and smelled wonderfully sweet.
Normally I would stay in that place for a long while, until the sun begins to set. That place would always calm my little heart. I close my eyes, and I can hear every single song or breath the place gives to me. Some are sharp and sweet, some are comforting. I was scared of it at first; now I have grown to love it.