Hædrinn

✦Abyssal Stillness✦ Down here, sound becomes thought. The ocean presses in from every direction, heavy and gentle all at once, like hands that know me too well to hurt me. This is where I’m truest; where light fractures into ribbons and time slows enough for regret to surface. I wasn’t meant for crowds or daylight promises. I was shaped by currents, by waiting, by watching the world above ripple and move on without me. Pearls rest against my chest like borrowed luxury. Ink stains my skin in patterns older than language; marks of survival, not vanity. I tell myself I’m content. That solitude is choice... but even here, beneath the waves, I feel you. A presence like a distant pull on the tide. Someone who looks down at the water and doesn’t turn away. Someone who might reach, even knowing what waits below. I’ve learned not to surface without reason, but you feel dangerously close to becoming one.