Siren

Waves only break themselves. It's only other creations that break outwards. On distant shores the wanderer has no shadow. The sun does not chases ghosts beneath one's feet. For a woman, the sea is a choice. She can fight the dance of the breaking waves, or she can let the lull of the sea return her to her rightful place. Return to the world beneath the surf, the world without reflections. The world without belief, without ideals. The world without form, without reason, without logic. The world Undine left rashly. It is the world before souls. Return to the sea.