Day. The White

Where can you tell the end where the waves are white, the shores are white as too are the skies above them, where do you tell it to be, the end, the beginning? The White seas. The White Shores, where´re The Towers to keep guard of all, that may have a beginning and an end. Eight of them, these white places. Places of peace, calm. Borderlines. Faces. All of them have a face, the face of the bearer of the soul of the sea, shore, sky. Eyes tainted with eternity. Pale blue, one of them was a young woman with pale blue eyes, which seemed sad, always. She was the one, who could not bear any of it any more. Out of the tower she walked, to the end of the last bridge and into the waves she went, thus becoming the one to bear it all. Were there ever such seas? Shards of a mirror long broken and lost.

Seven skies of coal...