The concentrated sea salt writhed its way into her eyes. A scream tore her throat raw, barely reaching the air before being drowned, overtaken by the waters that engulfed her whole body.
Only one word thundered through her mind, a thousand times over, filling every space of her brain until she couldn’t even hear the water rushing around her, pounding into her ears. Arcadia. Arcadia. Arcadia.
It would be her undoing.
Arcadia. Her whole life. A word that had once been her lifeblood now chilled her veins to ice, stopping her heart cold.
Arcadia. How had she never noticed it before?
And now, here she was, swept away by the pull of gravity and the force of thousands of gallons of salt water, always down, deeper and deeper into the salt pans.
She would die here, she knew. Once the gateways were opened, there was no turning back. Nature abhors a vacuum, after all.
And so did Arcadia.
One of my darker pieces, for sure. I might have to pull this one out again some day. Let me know what you think!
Source: This blog series is inspired by the book “Earth from Above: 365 Days” by Yann Arthus-Bertrand. Click here to read more about my Creation365 series.
The top picture is from “Morocco. Oualidia. Artificial salt pans.”
Arthus-Bertrand, Yann, Isabelle Delannoy, and Christian Balmes. 2005. The Earth from above: 365 days. New York: Harry N. Abrams.