The dark clouds obscured the silhouette of the bright moon, sketching out a silver-gray band at the erratic edges. The night was so heavy, exuding a repressive deathly silence.
The gray-black rocks stood like protruding tombstones, disorderly risen at the edge of the coast, their sharp stone edges shredding the waves to pieces. The black giant waves shattered into hundreds of foams, then dispersed into the black crevices.
The man was lying on the edge of a small boat, one hand hanging into the sea, feeling the bone-chilling cold, sinking into the heart of the storm.
Everything swayed gently with the motion of the waves, as if it were a mother's cradle; she sang softly, trying to soothe the man's fury, wishing him eternal rest here.
It seemed like such an end wouldn't be too bad...
The man thought.
Blood oozed from wounds, the heart beat weakly until it slowly calmed down. Those gray-blue eyes reflected the burning night, finally imprinting everything deep into memory.
