The wind blew menacingly, signaling the nearing of a raging storm. And yet, the sea was so calm and quiet that not even the slightest wave had arose from its cradle. The mountains stood strong and sturdy, mocking the wind that had once dreamt of overruling these snobbish kings but no matter how hard it tried, it was constantly met with failure and self-doubt.
He was there too, on the white sandy beach. Indifferent to all of nature’s conflicts that brewed around him, for he had his own to overcome. His own fight to the death with a ghost, with an invisible foe.
It was an unfair battle by all means, the fantom knew everything about him : his weaknesses, his scars, his hopelessness, his most inner demons and was willing to summon and use all of them in its favor, against him, whereas he knew nothing of the foe for he could not see it but could feel its presence inside of him, in every breath he took, in every move he made and in every beat his heart would try ever so desperately to skip.