Dahozhoni Meadow seaborne

he searched for the sea. he didn't yet understand that the sea would find him — in its own way, in its own time. try to picture the color, if you can. hold it in your mind. don't forget it. the sea will come for you, her voice was gentle, her gaze the same when her eyes finally flickered open.

some men are never meant to find their fate. some can only wait to be found, and she would know, wouldn't she? speaker of the sea, conduit of her will.

nausicaä looked away from him.

i run to escape my own fate. the gift of prophecy, my people called it. but, you see, it never left me at all. not even for a moment.