scruta

I was swallowed by you. You, a great giant beast, a leviathan that holds worlds within itself. My life was storms and troubles. Hope had dissipated on an endless ocean of despair. Throwing myself into the waves, I found you.

Here the people speak their own words, a vast network of syllables gleaned from thousands of travelers over time. Those living here are  weary of outsiders because they were once outsiders themselves. While many stay here in the depths, many plan to leave. They know that the belly of the beast will come to land, and they will find a way out. And I am waiting, unsure if I will be one of the ones to leave, or one of the ones to stay.

…and I still can’t say the word for “city” properly.