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NymphThe water was cool, brushing up against his skin like God was painting a modest gloss over him. Sun rays touched his sodden, sea green skin and caused it to look pristine like jade. He could blend in with the jagged rocks against the cliff and not be seen by anybody, half immersed in the water as he watched with longing red eyes the jubilee of the white people.Nymph by Mushkikizou-chan
The nymph slid further into the water until just his somber red eyes were above the water. He breathed out a sigh, sending forth a stream of air rushing up to meet him at the surface as musical bubbles.
Yeah, he knew what music was. He would often times see people bring a box that blared deafening music into the air. That box was called a radio he learned after listening in on their conversations. They also brought spherical objects filled with air called balls. And they would sit down in a circle around a bright red light called a fire. They would chatter and laugh; talking about things like school and teachers, he didn't know