#Oboke Canyon, 2022
Last-of-winter midday sun. The boat for tourists is about to leave.
You are?
>[[a duck]]
>[[rock. uh, that cliff]]
>[[a clueless tourist]]You have a great crown of green feathers.
Violet-emerald-silver sheen.
The currents you paddle by are persistently rushing at [[rock->rock. uh, that cliff]].
Boar neighbors are sleeping.
In the sun, you are [[unbothered]].
[["So cute!"->a clueless tourist]]The captain of the boat is telling the history of the [[cliffs->rock. uh, that cliff]]. He says there are monkeys, boars, somewhere in the forest.
A train rushes atop precarious tracks, but the boat's motor is louder.
The ravine's water is a clear green,
but you do not see the bottom.
There is a child that remembers reaching to the depths,
but in a warm sea.
The motion of the boat is lulling you to [[sleep->?]].
>[[...]]The wind is soft.
The water is cutting deep.
[[Laughter->unbothered]] an infinitesimal wrinkle,
lighter than the atmosphere.
Flightier than memory.
Ah... heavy.
>[[Blink->?]]Small beings are staring at you.
You peer back at the babbling bunch, whose voices flit frantically as you swim nearer.
The boat captain is chuckling [[again->oboke canyon, 2022]]. The [[cliffs->rock. uh, that cliff]] listen in.It is silent,
save for the rushing of water.
Deep beneath the rolling cliffs are a strange rock. Strange remnants.
That layer once felt Wind. Even [[Beings->unbothered]].
Sediment hardens in an attempt to grip the [[Memory->oboke canyon, 2022]].You're back at the dock.
Oh, would you look at that. Wait,
wait. Look, it's coming closer!!!
> [[Hello duck!->a duck]]
> [[Leave the boat.->oboke canyon, 2022]]