Drip, drip, drip.
As the tree heaves out its remaining drops of water over the sea, the ripples are felt by the whole expanse of the ocean. Each microcosmic ripple is a wave in its own right, disrupting the lives the sea-dwelling creatures. Each drop is potent with the fragile cradle of life. Each drop is additive, and the sum of them is powerful enough to mold the lives of organisms all around the world. With every drop bound together, kingdoms would collapse and histories would be forged.
Water is everywhere: below our feet in the ground, in the air we breathe, and around our lands. Each drop is unique. Some have the potential to harvest ecosystems within their bodies and others the elixir to satisfy living creatures. However, each drop continues to dive into the sea, following its designated path, ignorant of its power.
Drip, drip, drip.
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The Glory of Souls (Elemental #1)
Fantasy"As someone who was taught that all life is precious, taking one proved to be far too easy." Zemora is a young woman living in the capital city of Lathkor. After leaving the countryside due to the Blood War, she contents herself with a munda...
