The waves continue to wash ashore. I see them crashing against a sea-side rocky cliff, splashing white foam. Now, they’re nearing. Mist-like droplets strike me, peeling away the harsh sunray’s damage before receding. Looking up, I see seagulls flying in an indigo sky. I hear them talking. But I don’t understand their melodic cadences. In the evening, pinkish crabs nibble at my feet, looking for sustenance. The waves come again. I feel small fish tickle my sides.
The ocean announces, “It’s time.”
As I wait, one final wave engulfs me. I begin to disintegrate into nothingness, one grain at a time.