>>5355168>>5355162>>5355160>>5355149>>5355147>>5355208>Embrace your freedom, lose yourself in the ocean's embrace!>Remember...Remember what you are, and what happened...Before all things, you are a sea monster! Your creature instincts weigh above all, only after satisfaction can anything follow.
<span class="mu-b">"-ahhh... what a feeling..."</span>
Being able to move at all, to stretch your massive body is a sensation like no other, welcome after so many years... centuries... millennia? Just rotating your huge joints and flexing your powerful muscles is such a pleasure that you could bask in it forever. But, the ocean holds you once more and why limit yourself to what you can do?
Before the silt and murk settle then, you surge free into the open waters as you once had in ages past. Feeling, hearing, tasting, smelling all the sea has to offer. To know it is to know the story it tells in the movement of every drop, almost overwhelming you with sensation and information. How long it has been, as you blast through the water every which way you can and any way the current takes you. Perhaps a shocking sight of such aquatic agility for a being so huge as yourself, but why shouldn't it be natural to a sea monster?
Carving a great path through the depths with your mighty form, the lethargy of oblivion washes away as much as sand and mud. You swim about till exhausting and eventually just let yourself drift with the waters, and in this peaceful satisfaction the burdens of your imprisonment give way to recollection...
<span class="mu-b">"...the ruins... that's right. So it was..."</span>
With the monster appeased... for now, sensibility can find its place. Although too dark to see at large, by the flow of the currents through solid structure channels you can perceive the ruins. Yes, that wretched folly of the land dwellers to make their monument and home upon the sea... what did they call it, Atlantis? Not that it matters anymore. Such an insult to your deity and the sea needed answering, so you were dispatched and by your hand was the island destroyed and plunged beneath the sea. Where it ought to be really, and what a triumph it would have been... if you had not been trapped in the process. Imprisoned by divine will, foul magic, or simple physics, in your fury to destroy you were caught up in the sinking and buried among the ruins when they found their place on the sea floor.
