FLÓD

Nearly everything is underwater.

The weather is still but has been unpredictable so far, with briny tar and smoke trails flittering through the air. Chimney tops and statue heads break the surface, and few floating structures survive the watery destruction.

We all saw the warning signs but chose to scroll by in our little lives, and now, I guess, it’s too late.

Everything is silent except for ghostly voices, echoing ship horns, and the big wave breaking in the distance. Unsure if this is real—my imagination or past memories?

Dark clouds surround me but a ray of light breaks through.

Is it guiding me?

Notes: Icelandic Seaweed, Scorched Siberian Pine, Acrid Air, Geosmin, Ambroxan