In my dreams I'm back in the ocean - pitch black water above and below as I float among thousands of empty whaleskins. The pods are somewhere far away and I am gently drifting a little closer towards them each night. Sometimes fragments of their songs are carried over to me along the current but I am too weak to swim any faster and they are too far away to hear me in return.
It's always been like this. Every night for as long as I can remember I wake up in my dreams and I am still so very far away. I don't even know what I am in this dream or why I am so desperate to be among the pod but before I wake up each morning I am filled with a heartache so deep it could only come from centuries of this.
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