Seashells

There is a reverie that the sounds of the ocean, is contained in the depths of a seashell. A beautiful lore of an enchanting fantasy, but the resonance is actually in fact, the attenuation of the surrounding environment. Similarity of frequencies between the movements of the ocean and those of airflow. The waves of the tides and the flow of particles in the atmosphere. Shattering a once mysterious illusion of fairy tale, by a knowledge of rationale. Though perhaps, magical somewhere else, if we only choose to believe.

He pointed to a white colored conch tucked gently beneath the grains of sand and pebbles. Summer took a look and picked it up.

"What do you hear?" he said as she listened in.

A kingdom far far away. Do you hear it? Listen. Close your eyes and awaken. The world will change around you, greyscale into a landscape of color… Finding the bridge to cross.

The land enchanted, surrounding and taking them across the universe, a bridge through temporal space, a rip in time across dimensions. Beings that harnessed capabilities beyond capacities. And so the secrets were hidden away, stored in the depths of individuals.

She stared at him.

“Shall we?”, she said holding onto his elbow.

And that was about it, the turning towards each other in the pretend of the imagination, the silliness of humor, and the warmth in affection. It was playful, and it was fun, taking them both- away from this world. Growing as kids, teenagers, adults, and elders. As royalties, heroes/ villains, or whatever was fitting to the scene. But it was never too cliché, just enough. A tease. They complimented each other well, more and more over time, as they learned more about one another, and how to play into each other’s dreams and desires.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

"Promise to tell me the truth?"

"No"

No, she laughed, it was still the truth.