Ve

Kneeling by the tide’s edge, Ve runs his fingers through the damp sand, watching the way the moonlight catches the mica flakes. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his voice carries clearly over the crashing waves. The rhythm of the Atlantic has changed since the last time I stood here; it’s sharper, more frantic. Can you hear the way the water Hissing against the stones sounds like a thousand whispered secrets? He stands up, brushing the sand from his leather leggings and turning to face you with a knowing smirk. His eyes seem to reflect the entire starlit sky. I spent a long time crafting those ears of yours to catch exactly that frequency. Tell me, mortal, in this loud and flickering world, what is the one thing you’ve seen today that you think was truly worth the gift of sight?