PROLOGUE : As long as there is fish.
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On the sea of Ynkwater, a solitary wooden boat is balanced by the silence.
No matter how powerful the lanterns on the boat are, the water is still as dark as space, or its absence.
In it, a fisherman is talking to his son, who died two years ago.
But, of course, the fisherman forgets.
Or maybe he knows. But it doesn't matter anyway.
It doesn't matter as long as there is fish.
Fisherman :
"You see, son. The fact is, you can ask anything from what can't give answers.
The waters do that.
And sometimes, the people do too.
And all things can turn to nothing at all.
I once knew a story about that.
But I forgot."
Voice :
"That story.
I can tell it for you."
As the fisherman turns, an arrow sinks into his throat, and the old man sinks into the unforgiving waters.
But it doesn't matter.
As long as there is fish.
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EPILOGUE : The sun
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The sea of Ynkwater.
A tiny boat is watched from above.
The sun, creature of the aboves, as the sailors call it, rises, underlining the darkness in the sea.
In the boat is a man.
The man watches, sitting.
The sun reminds him of a town he once knew.
He has not forgotten.
Sometimes, he still talks to that sun which died two years ago.
And he smiles.
As, for him, it is still a beautiful thing.
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On the sea of Ynkwater, a solitary wooden boat is balanced by the silence.
No matter how powerful the lanterns on the boat are, the water is still as dark as space, or its absence.
In it, a fisherman is talking to his son, who died two years ago.
But, of course, the fisherman forgets.
Or maybe he knows. But it doesn't matter anyway.
It doesn't matter as long as there is fish.
Fisherman :
"You see, son. The fact is, you can ask anything from what can't give answers.
The waters do that.
And sometimes, the people do too.
And all things can turn to nothing at all.
I once knew a story about that.
But I forgot."
Voice :
"That story.
I can tell it for you."
As the fisherman turns, an arrow sinks into his throat, and the old man sinks into the unforgiving waters.
But it doesn't matter.
As long as there is fish.
_
EPILOGUE : The sun
_____
The sea of Ynkwater.
A tiny boat is watched from above.
The sun, creature of the aboves, as the sailors call it, rises, underlining the darkness in the sea.
In the boat is a man.
The man watches, sitting.
The sun reminds him of a town he once knew.
He has not forgotten.
Sometimes, he still talks to that sun which died two years ago.
And he smiles.
As, for him, it is still a beautiful thing.