In broken fragments, she became aware of her surroundings.
In dream-like trance, her mind drifted along the currents surrounding her in times of wakefulness.
The silence enveloped her, like a mother cradling her child.
In the soothing embrace of the water, she felt an overwhelming sense of safety.
And with each breath she took, gentle ripples flowed through the abyss.
Content, she lay cradled in the seabed's depths.
Half-lidded eyes gazed unseeing into the boundless darkness that stretched endlessly in every direction. No light penetrated this place.
She could move if she wished, but there was no desire for it.
.The deep had held her since the moment of her creation, wrapping her in its eternal embrace. And for now, that was all she wanted.
Undisturbed, she surrendered to the soothing weightlessness, to the absence of thought. Floating, suspended between sleep and wakefulness, she let time slip by unnoticed.
The currents, playful yet patient, brushed against her from time to time, swirling around her like whispered invitations. At first, they waited, as though unsure. Then, they beckoned, almost in a pleading dance, urging her to engage, to play.
But when she did not respond, they moved on, slipping away into their endless journey, unbothered.
She did not hunger.
Did not yearn.
Did not question.
She simply was.