Born in the sea, returned to the sea. Long in the sea, hidden in the sea. A whale falls into all things, willing to turn into a whale on an isolated island, alone, with all its strength to drop the tail fin to give the sea one last hug, rotting into mud to achieve a surprise, bare skeleton to support a castle. One thought of the mountains and rivers, one thought of white grass. People say: See deer when the forest is deep, see whales when the sea is blue, and see you when you wake up in dreams.
But in fact: fog rises when the forest is deep, surge when the sea is blue, and continues at night when the dream wakes up. No deer, no whales, no you. But in the end: the deer came to the fog, and the whales came with the waves. You didn't look back and how did you know I wasn't there. But in my opinion: the deer is shocked when it sees people, disappears into the depths of the forest, and the whales step on the waves and run aground in the shoals, just as I see you, as if I were shocked. After all: the deer are afraid of people before the tide recedes.
