Sequoia Coast life can only mean hardly anything

[size=medium]"I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom"[/size]

[size=small]The time that elapsed between the second she set a paw in the ocean's mouth and spit out bordered the ten minute mark; a mark that seemed to be every time more worrying for the motionless lump that was now Amelie. As if being gnawed alive by nostalgia and desolation hadn't been enough she had also been devoured by starvation and now, engulfed by the sea.

The tousled clots of fur, lined with sand and filth, that made up the yearling's body were destined to be forgotten in that beach where the sun would soon set, and like the hungry waves that had taked her into the depths of the ocean, would be swallowed the day light and die to give room for the moon.

Maybe she was a setting sun.

A bright star that was meant to perish in order to accomodate the renewed act of the moon and the stars, a painful gesture that was required if she was to let them shine with all their spendor. The moon was luminous enough to light the entire sky effortlessly and the stars; they would never miss a sun they had never met.
The night was theirs.
It had been the day what had belonged to her once, but now as it transitioned into a dark sunset, all rights or claims were broken.

Alone and cold, the thin edges of her extremities recoiled, just moments before the eyes of tomorrow's sun set on her figure. With quick steps he carried himself to her body, which he later touched soflty in search of a favorable sign.
But there were none.

In a quick and brusque second, the hushed ambient of fatality that loomed over their heads was filled with the violent sound of the girl's coughing. It was not until all the few contents of her stomach were spewed into the sand that the convulsing form of the yearling collapsed again onto the wet sand. There she remained, her eyes staring blankly ahead as the distortioned blur of brown that was Lasher, turned into something familiar once more.
Inmediately her lips parted to speak, but from the burned flesh of her throat no sound ever came.
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