You are standing in the midst of a never-ending echo.
Lost sea girls from the chambers of salt have come back calling for their voices.
Their hair chopped short and their eyed dark and stony.
‘Give us back our stolen voices.‘
Is what they must say but there is only the circuit of echos. A loud and terrifying sound.
You remember your mother, or father or someone with a voice that was loud and commanding, warning you to be weary of lost sea girls.
They know far too much. Your mother, father, the owner of the commanding voice, had told you. Be weary, they told you.
These lost sea girls had laughed
as the sun had been consumed
by the sea and that the great and devouring snake had arisen from their home. They say, telling you all the stories.
You did not listen, you never have
and now you have a horde of lost sea girls, eyes bottomless and dark.
Son of man, the echoes rattle against the cave walls, a great and vicious sound that makes you tremble.
Release our voices and we shall trace your costellations in the cracks of your teeth.
Release our voices and we shall tell you your future.
You do not need them to tell you your future though.
You already know.