Even before they built the ill-fated arks we suspected a big change was coming. As children we all dreamed of breathing under water, and these were no ordinary dreams, because time is not what they say it is, and so we were preparing for our future though we seemed to be living in the past.
Yes, many of us could also fly, and that was certainly a thrill, but we couldn’t stay in the air forever, so we inevitably returned to the water. The water was our home to come, just as it had been our home before – before we discovered the floating worlds and mistook them for a place to land.
Those of us who walked dry lands forgot from where we once had come, though we would always still depend on water, and perhaps that should have been a clue, but we carried on regardless while the water waited patiently, frozen in distant glaciers.
In the meantime we destroyed the land, and all the beings drawing their sustenance from it. There’s a virus embedded in our human nature that would take everything down with it. When we even poisoned our water, the mighty melt began, slowly at first, then became at last a wild rushing river. In the course of time we were all returned to the seas, where our children dwell in harmony, with the memories of our time on land gradually disappearing.
(Photo by Diane Tuft)