Timeline: Rangerhood —— It broke. The clouds parted. Poured down. Who knew the water I lived in could weigh so heavy on my back. The current got stronger as the broken shells beneath my paws washed away. One after the other. It pulled me with it into the deeper blue. I thought everything would be alright. The water was no more dense than before. I could float atop the waves like seaweed. A limp, manipulable clump of seaweed. It was really dark down where the seaweed was rooted. I had let go of my roots. And was now stuck afloat, exposed to the dangerous waters. I was light. The waters were heavy. I could reach down. Find purchase on the sand bed. Dodge the waves. All I had to do was hope I could find those little broken shells that washed away. That were far too gone to be found. But I was blind in the dark. So I knew nothing more than what it showed me.
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