Dragoncrest Cliffs lanmou lajounen

the roll of the sea brings with it the spirit of erzulie's thirdborn child; driftwood breaking glimmering gilded surface; flotsam twisting with each crash of amaranthine waves. and perhaps coraline is some lost spirit, some wandering fragment of the wreckage of something well loved and long forgotten. elegant tragedy made graceless flesh; ocean incarnate, all the give and take of mother sea bound up in soul-thread and cast ashore in all the mess and blood of birth. but if this is true, coraline does not yet know it.

for now, she simply is.