Was the frantic struggles from the stormy wave,  in the midst of a whirlpool that engulfed her.  And from the last uneventful sunset, it stole the sleep of the sea.  Now her restless soul roars, and  she, breathless, becomes one of the inhabitants of the sea,  where each moment she survives, from that eventful blue world, unconsciously.  Now the waves caress the scales of her body, and  the cry of the sea is the gentle whisper of her soul. (Animated watercolor painting, with my music and sound effects) on FND