The sea, red like vials of poison, crushing the spirit relentlessly and sudden. To be prepared to die, give ones life to quench the horror, was now part of life. It gave him a sense of time. The eternal evaporated. The sight gave birth to his ending. He never thought that he would go like this. Utter meaningless. Nobody would know. He would just disappear. Walking in line, following the steps for his neighbours, gave comfort as it seemed the only source of order in his collapsing world. He felt like being eaten from the inside, and as he immersed himself in the feeling, out of complete desperation, he found something. He found an inner calm that accepted reality. A floating, feather light, glowing little bird. He did have good things after all.
The Realm of Indifference 