And he knows you too.

You know him; he is the spirit of the waters, he is the voice of the deep. Down and down you go. You know his face, you know his eyes. Whiskered and sunken, writhing in gritty shadow upon the ocean floor.

Once when the world was bare, he clothed it. When the world was dark he roared; when the world was light he whispered. He fell in love with the great rock in the sky, and they waltz each other to sleep.

You know this being, this grandfather of grandfathers, this baritone of silent arias that hum along the sands.

Once he thought he was the sky; fleeting and wind-struck, dragged along by the images of clouds across his skin. But they pulled him and pulled him...one day they let go, and he found himself barreling back in the other direction, realizing that he was anchored. For better or worse, he was anchored to the earth, and this did not bother him as much as it might have.

You know this king, this god of waters; Neptune, Sea Dragon; Lord of the Nile, Lord of the Styx. You know this man because his is the heart that keeps yours beating.

Once he tore at the earth for thousands of years until it yielded. Once he crashed upon the sands and ravished its people. Once he was the calmest thing upon the planet; one touch would ripple on for miles unchallenged.

You know this man, guardian of the deep.

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-Kat