The ocean found us. A wall of water and foam, fish and briny rot too high to climb. It’s flotsam rained down as it rolled across the POISONED SOIL and for a time we knew abundance. Things lived in the wandering OCEAN too; Real things, actually alive, unlike the mockeries of creation we were used to seeing.
Sometimes one would die and fall to us, a gift from what we might have called a GOD if the word had not left such an acrid taste on our tounges.
A generation passed, maybe two, before the tears of THE WORLD departed forever. Up into the dark away from this place in search of something we could not provide, or maybe just to leave as all gods eventually do.
This is true:
The ocean saw us, and left us behind
Domains
Tireless searching, The desire to enclose, Abundant life
Luck:
♣︎,
Hunger, Patience, Yearning for something lost