You stare up at the moonlight sky, a rich blue that is nearly black, only illuminated by star-shaped jewels that never falter. As you stare out into the vast expanse of ocean, silver flickers off of the waves. In this big fishbowl, you are a tiny speck of algae without a single golden scale. The sand is cool beneath you. Everything is silent, and the water is a still glass sheet. You can smell the purity of the air around you - something that is foreign, like you have reached the end of the universe. If you were to trek two feet into the water, you would surely fall off the earth. You are a salt crystal, so close to crumbling into dust and becoming a few specks of sand. You stand up, brushing yourself off. The sharp night air fills your lungs, and you almost feel as if you could float away, but you are grounded by your conscience. You take a step forward. The water dances around your ankles, teasing you, inviting you to play its game. In the distance you see frothy waves jump into the air and cascade down a rock. For something so ancient, the sea is so childish. The wind twirls you around in circles. You giggle, and the water laughs quietly back at you. Then you slow dance with the moon, and suddenly, you feel new again.
story in desc ^ hope you enjoy! It takes place on a beach at night. I'm trying out a new style of writing called a vignette, which is what I think this is called. honestly idk I'm just slapping some words on a page and calling it something fancy because I'm too lazy to write a story with developed characters and a beginning middle and end lmao. They're actually so fun to write though
