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He beckons you, eyes deadened, teeth glistening.
A dusty prison -
And you, enthralled by his presence follow -
He seems to playfully swim around, curiously peering into every room, making friends and enemies here and there. As per usual, your ginger-haired troublemaking rascal is adorable as ever. He charms with that foxy grin of his, even gaining a fanclub.
You follow - your eyes clear with devotion. Your love is here. He smiles mischievously, and you smile back, thinking everything is alright and you can pick him up from that dank prison when the events of Fontaine end.
But ah,
He closes his eyes, smiling as he falls into that dark deep sea. The sea that which your dream self can no longer follow, that which holds your beloved.
[What is your choice, usurper?]
…
And so, your gold eyes try desperately to catch a glimpse, even a sliver of your lovers’ clothes, or his vibrant hair. But your love is sleeping peacefully in the dark abyss while you are wrought with grief and despair. It is as though it has become his home.
You, who have never desired to venture deeper attempt to throw yourself in to swim against the currents and save him. All is for naught, however, as this dream is only a dream. And your desire overwhelms you - bringing you out of that ‘reality’.
You spring awake in your comfy bed, looking around for your love- but motion stills as you recall, that he had departed a while ago from your nest.
You struggle to remember when it was - when he slipped from your hands like water against cor lapis.
Water is fluid, and in that ambiguity, your love resides.
Ah, ah, after giving away that gnosis, your plan was to make a house for the two of you - a world of two where it could act as a safe harbour. But he had left the next day, leaving you, forlorn on the half-finished steps of your new house.
No matter, for your beloved would come back - you try to convince yourself, while hinting to your friend that he may come back to drink and talk once more, in that easy cadence, that beautiful ringing laughter.
Now, now it is too late it seems. The nagging in your ear is drowned out by the sound of that whale. And your love, who sleeps soundly, does he still love you as you do?
It’s a question that haunts you all the way from comfortable bedrock to the sinking nation of hydro. Although he may not love you anymore, you are determined to perform the act of true dedication to your love.
And, lowering yourself into that seal against the wishes of those around you,
You sink.
There, my love lays, in the still waters that flow deeper and deeper into new beginnings.