A Space Between Worlds Vol.1: Conception:
Their voices, even long after they’d spoken, lingered by the shore; nothing was lost and nothing was recovered. The man reached out in front of him where the tides of the sea, black like ink, gravitated to the horizon. The choppy waves never washed ashore, as if they were fleeing, desperately seeking an exit. The land wasn’t its home. The same could be said for them. The man and the frail girl sat in mutual silence, each enraptured by what was ahead. On the horizon, the misshapen moon’s pale light skipped across the sea but didn’t reach them. The man widened his eyes, hoping to absorb its light. The moon quivered, glaring back at him mockingly.