Not that prey


Art&concept by Ol Albireo

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-Are you sure it was him in the coordinates? This unclean? – The Sea appeared suddenly nearby, but I’m already used to such appearances. And when I was on the shore, I did not twitch from the fact that someone suddenly called out to me. If I am on the shore and did not hear steps before the voice, then this is the Sea.

-Yes, I am sure. Why?

The Sea looked at the dark patterned expanse. To himself. Another subject flew between the sea and the clouds.

-Tell me how it was,- he demanded.

I told, for the umpteenth time. I came, I saw, I called, I brought, I drowned him.

-Was there no one else there? Was he not bound? Couldn’t they just leave him there?

-No, he wasn’t bound, he was just powerless.

-The Unclean, without power? Why?

-I don’t know. I thought he was human.

The Sea was silent for a while.

-I’ll give you new coordinates.

-Isn’t that what you needed?


-Maybe you can tell me what you are looking for, then I can search better.

-It’s a man. But if you see something at these coordinates, bring it here anyway.

-What does he look like?

-I don’t know, – the Sea smiled.

Somehow he smiled so much that I felt something that I never wanted to feel. And I thought I would never feel it again. Jealousy.

Cat in the window. AlbireoMKG

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