A simple folio of parchment wrapped in Bos leather and carefully bound. A circle with the letters "AIY" is stamped on the cover.
Monday, 24 November 2014
A still dark sea, with a single bone-white moon floating overhead, shining down, watchful.
Upon the sea.... a sailing ship. The skeleton of a sailing ship, the wooden beams exposed like wounded bones.
Upon the ship, faces. Uncountable, ethereal and indistinct.
Upon the anchor chain, black metal turns to rust brown, turns to tarnished green.
The ship. Is it coming, or going?
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