2016-10-31, post № 145
art, poetry, #horror, #purple cube, #sea, #story
It is an icy autumn night, thick fog coats the barren land. I walk down the beach. No other human is visible. The water is still, only barely moving. After a while I come to the haven. To escape the eerie land, I get to my boat and sail away, leaving.
Looking back, the port’s lights shine through the fog. The world seems quiet, time has nearly stopped. I can hear myself breathing, my heart beating. I find relief in the loneliness on sea. The subtle waves make me fall into a deep sleep. For hours me and my little boat sail the ocean.
A hypnotizing melody wakes me up. At first gentle, with time louder. It seems like I was getting pulled towards it. Due to the still thick dog I only saw a silhouette of the song’s source. It was an enormous cube, floating on the water. As I got nearer, it started to glow dimly purple.
Fascinated by the strange object, I lost the feeling for my surroundings. The water beneath the cube bulged, drawing me into the center. My senses slowly started to fade. My whole body got paralyzed, I was not able to move. My heart beat more slowly, eventually stopping. My lifeless, rigid body sank down.
I suffered the same fate as hundreds before me, becoming a statue on the ocean floor.