Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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What’s your business here?
It’s evening. It was the third day. I mean, this jerk was supposed to show up last night and he didn’t. Of course, something could stop him. Or maybe he just cheated. But Sea was waiting. And when night came, he was waiting and getting angry.
When it became clear that this jerk would not come, Sea darkened, hiding all the patterns. Everything sank into darkness. People in the house fell silent, realizing that in a bad mood, Sea could demolish the house at any moment, or stop holding back the Uncleans… whatever. He doesn’t even have to do anything to destroy us, he just needs to do nothing. And only few will survive.
– Listen, I’ll go look for him tomorrow and won’t come back until I find him. Will you look after the camp? – I sat on the sand.
– No need, – he whispered.
– Listen, why do you need him, huh? I mean, who is he to you? – I asked as nonchalantly as possible.
– What’s your business here?
– I’m just worried about you. Well, after all, you help us … and … I care about you.
– You’ll be fine, don’t worry, – he said angrily and mockingly.
– Yeah, I’m not talking about it, I’m talking about you. Maybe you can tell your story? Well, you know, I’ll be an observer and maybe things will change.
It was a sad joke. The world has turned into what we now see, also by the Observer.
– He had been coming once. And now I want him to come and not to leave.
I didn’t want to know more. But Sea said nothing more.
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