Cedar Sweep [m] aniñiq

✴ He had done this before.
The memory of a warm sea — he bobbed within it as cold as ice, diaphanous, formless until the moment that the shift came, and he moved with it this time, sluicing in to the world without the usual protest. A silence enveloped him this time.
Despite closed eyes, he saw green light.
Closed ears hearing a prayer in a voice half-remembered.
I plead for his life.
The boy yawned and let loose a roaring cry.