Versailles walked along the beach, letting a sorrow-filled voice cast out over the waves. She was singing an old ballad about sailors, without even knowing why. Perhaps it was because she could hear chains and moans, cries of agony and women crying, everyone who had ever faced the relentless seas and died. She hated the sounds of the ocean, but the smell of salt and brine was much more pleasant than the smell of exhaust and coffee.
Waves lapped at her feet, making sand stick to her soles while washing off the tops. How many people died here....? There's too many voices and they're all muddled. Poor things. Well.. probably not all of them. Chains mean they're condemned by whatever god they followed. Versailles sighed and her song stopped midline as she dropped to her knees and sat in the water. Why only here... Why can I only freely hear human voices here.. where it's always the agonized cries of the dead....
Waves lapped at her feet, making sand stick to her soles while washing off the tops. How many people died here....? There's too many voices and they're all muddled. Poor things. Well.. probably not all of them. Chains mean they're condemned by whatever god they followed. Versailles sighed and her song stopped midline as she dropped to her knees and sat in the water. Why only here... Why can I only freely hear human voices here.. where it's always the agonized cries of the dead....