Joyous Universe: The Beings of Volkana.

The bubbles move as a disconnected chain of pearls – unhindered by the pressures of the waters – rising to the surface only to dissipate into assimilated waves. Those were what the air was blowing. The tidings, beginnings of all life. The surface and its entities. I could hear them for miles and miles away. I had to do what I had to do. Not bothering about them, their wants, their muse, their gods. I could not grasp their holy men, their temples, their being. Mere existences. It is just me and the true wilderness. Contemplations and muses of the ocean. A mind I do not need to read as it sings the most magnificent music, audible only to those who open their mind to the just equivalent – as the depths of our oceans. The unending questions. They would never suffice for Dimatu. The depth that he could endure was incomparable to Poseidon. All the creatures here elope with me, guide me, tell me stories longer than any man in existence. I am your servant here. Why are you so humble towards me? Poseidon, where do you hide? Is it true that when I sing it makes of bigger pearls? Is this the love that you have for me? Asking me to take you away. Why? When I first came to outer land the night skies were filled with torch bearers looking down. For I was naked and exposed. They laughed at me and my kinsmen. They sent fire scorching down on us. The giant round earth (Moon) vs Volkana (Sun) the centre of the world. The oysters pry open their shells. Thank you for your kind words. Zeus was the name whom I am told was bearing his wraths. He was mischievous more than mystical. For I am waiting to be acquainted with him too. Such sacrilege, how much more entertaining my adventure becomes. It makes you (the animals) closer to me. You know me better? They know me better. Such adventures, they were written on the mouths of the seas forever. For the same oyster would have something for me again. Why such injustice to the people above? Why such injustice from the humans above? A different kind the diver was, the oyster implied. Diamond pearls were in weight almost equivalent to diamonds. As large as a clenched fist. Found only in the depths by Dimatu. Only a handful of his clansmen were skilled in the craft of diving and retrieval to such depths. The fishes of the deep followed Dimatu as he made a fast ascent. Holy and religion was a word I learnt above. The commands of the blow horn made of the tusk of the lone ground animal enticed the creatures of the seas. Was it really that powerful or was it me? I know it was nature to nature but how deep? The sack was filled with the diamond pearls and a few rocks with gems. The fishes followed and the lobsters wailing to be caught, had long been strung together and placed onto the sands. Such were loyalties of the seas that the fishes threw themselves onto shore. The air, how could you compare this with the salt waters? They were equally nourishing for a change. The fresh waters though, were what we were accustomed to. The gush of it enclosed in our inner chasms beneath the grounds. For Volkana was more abundant than all. The gaseous fumes. How fortunate for us to have survived. How many of us had passed for us to finally reveal the true nature of oxygen and its open air enclosure.