7 May 2012
Throes of shadowy shapes flit over the ocean floor, covering the aquatic wildlife in bleakness.
A beacon beeping red to the second, illuminates the reefs, bathing them in blood.
Seaweeds, well just being there, floating about, casting luminous silhouette, tentacle-like.
Fishes, asleep(?) or otherwise, swimming about, oblivious of the storm above.
Battleships.
Sunken • Opuss № I