The Playdoh Republic

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin... The Sun in the Sea is but a bubble and yet also glistens. Brightness on the surface and eerie in depth. Strange flows in the hidden wave where language is new.

Below the surface in a small, dark cave Playdoh Republic gloried in it's air-trap. It was hidden so from the glistening that it created it's own lights, fireflies indeed. Playdoh, brittle under the assault of the flies was a constraining fight for the line. There was not enough room and ugly it became.

The Sun in the Sea braved many dangers, yet he laughed at the world in his cheery way. Laughter for he was a jester of the ocean, a Sea lion in the eerie glow of the fireflies. Sea lion reached the shoreline and played games in the sand, yet an altogether different game presented itself with this Republic.

Playdoh had for many years been reshaped within its original guidelines and had become a crazed construction of tunnels. Sea lion could not fit himself into any of the specifically shaped holes and became trapped. They were not too keen in the Republic of course, but sandcastles left too long become unpleasant anyway. Another inhabitant of the cave, King Newt was smitten with this strange home he had guarded for the flies, for he appreciated their aesthetic. And so he snarled at the playful, childish newcomer. Of course King Newt was terrified for no waves had emerged since he had been washed up long ago on a wave from the rivers, that once had flowed. This is when it would happen then, for he had sickened from an encroachment of this, unpleasant brine. It had been but a trickle once, but now it had become a flood. Lands had sunk beneath the sea before and now the waters had become very deep. What had once been a garden for foolish apes was now a cave for crafty flies.

This decrepit creature fought hard, or so he thought. Sea lion however hardly noticed for the flies did burn his eyes with their hatred of strangers. They burnt him as they burnt their Republic. Sickened their protector as they had their home with unpleasing odours and ghastly residue. Sea lion was a sensitive soul, more used to the rhythm of the waves, but he was trapped now in an alien environment. Flexing his tail wildly in panic he cried in pain. The call was made, Mother Ocean heard its child. Many more had been similarly inconvenienced on islands and in caves of decaying lands.

Thunderous tidal flows came in response and King Newt's guardianship was at an end. He was taken by the flow to the MemorSee, to learn how to swim in this his new home... His sandcastle was gone to become the seabed. His beloved fireflies transformed into explorers, travellers in the wave. The Flies had become star-plankton and their Playdoh Republic? Well, some new child would one day come and play on the beach again. But what you say happened to Sea lion? Mother Ocean's children played tricks on each other and couldn't care less about sandcastles, for they never turned out right.

P. S. Before, you mark this >dream-realityno< lest you say >know...< Read backwoods or fourwoods
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