Oh, Taara
Oh, Taara.
You poor thing. They chain you up. They strap a city on your back. You can't shake it off. Every glide, flap, swim you take hurts you more than the last. I wish you could take a break and rest your soul. But they force you to work, tirelessly. For three thousand years you've been swimming.
How could these people do such a thing. Your brothers and sisters roam free, yet you live this life. Oh, Taara. How I wish I could help you. I will fight for you.
One day we will save you. Take you to a nice place, away from these horrible people. You'll be free, alongside your brothers and sisters who too work for these terrible overlords. You can enjoy your golden years in a beautiful paradise, with all the food you want, rest as much as you please, swim as much as you can. You'll never be forced to do anything again.
Conitnuing down the rabbit hole (turtle hole?). I was wondering how she felt about carrying a city on her back. I'm curious to know more about who wrote this and what their intentions are to free her...
Maybe I'll work more on this some day! It's certainly a part of my world that I want to continue with, and dive deeper into all the mysteries :D