🎶Standing, on the edge of forever,
At the start of whatever,
Shouting love at the world.
Back then, we were like cavemen,
But we map the moon and the stars,
Then we forgave them….
(song by Take That)
🎶
Typical end of spring day, humid days made their way in, announcing its way through our lives. For many; a blessing, the much needed rain bringing to life everything, every living being to life; water it's more valuable than gold, number one on everyone's mind.
Documented previously by other scientists and exploration teams; at Luggerham, known to have many frozen areas, had reportedly indicated having their iced frozen areas having being thawed at alarming speed. Their ozone layer already damaged by the environmental contamination of foreign excavators to extract coal to keep their planet inhabitants warm and alive, underestimated the environmental damage being caused to the outer layers of the planet.
The sun, on draught season, almost killed all what once thrived in greenery, to be constantly punished by the absence of the torrential rains well known to happen on this planet.
Global warming, extensive draughts, absence of torrential rains that calmed down Mother's Nature thirst; where in much needed expectations to be happening by now, never happened. Maybe something out of the normal nature's routine to have had happened?
3 years already.
Not even a flash flood …
The only possible and probably closest body of water was on the opposite side of the planet. A water shortage bulletin was issue, calling all the experts to join and cook up a plan to try to save this agonizing thirsty planet. Many other planets already went through this, and by now desolated and abandoned, with no life in it, forcing many inhabitants to abandon their birth places to other planets.
Cree's expertise and Ada's were needed to asses the area and provide a possible solution to this alarming water shortage in the planet.
The sea underwater
-a fable or urban legend?
It has been heard - a word of mouth many got convinced of, passed from generation to generations that the sea was a wicked woman attracting men with her mischievous ways to her open waters, to eagerly look for her enticing, loving caring arms; and once they are at her hands reach; fall into her malevolent wishes and thoughts, and stay forever into her dark deep sorrow waters and never come to the surface, to life.
Many sailors, fisher men, war ships, galleons; u mentioned it, any means of transportation by sea or air that happened to have mechanical problems or just malfunctioning.
Many countries, many cultures, many religions have their own stories that get transferred through many generations by their old ancestors through grandparents, uncles, nephews, cousins; you name it, someone to look to tell you the fantastic stories you remember not only from your childhood but nowadays, those stories that narrated a different life for legacies to come.
Here's one.
The sea- is a wicked crazy woman looking for men to lured them into her loving caring arms; to be surrounded by her drunken love. Once they get overcame by her lovely warmth, so drank by her love and beauty, to claim their lives during her intoxicating loving ways.
No man was ever being able to resist her intoxicating call, that drove many to fall into the death embrace.
The mean that fell for her attractive beauty and lovely calls, once invited, would never ever come back to life.
Many remain lost.
Never came out alive.
Never to see their love ones ever again.
Being surrounded by darkness
Bring surrounded by lost love
Remain in the insecurity of doubts
In the insecurity of not knowing
Where they could raise above.
Above where happiness goes
And no one ever knows
As much as she feeds many
As much as she leaves many weary
Kids and parents scary
Don't keep your guard in the lows
This woman will easily tows
Like when slurping a hot soup
Men with no distinction
Like people so ready to coup
Against a reason
From treason
A woman
Ignoring cries for help
In the darknesses of the deep
Of her heart to sweep
With new lives attract
And no remorse to act
And no woman to weep
Never turn your back to the sea
When at the beach
You'll never know if the sea
Will come to claim your life
And chop you with a knife
No one at sea
Has returned and saved their live
To tell
How malevolent
How without consent
To snatch you in a dwell
That disappears
As your life appears
To leave your body
With no gears