I was no longer within myself. The perspective was that of a camera's, with scenes being played out before it: I was inside a cave, hidden deep within the island. It was dim but I could make out what was before me. It looked alien, old, broken. The gigantic machine began to suddenly work, move, scream.
Tall barriers were being raised one after another along the passageway, as I moved backwards towards the entrance of the cave. After the final barrier was erected, a turret broke through from the ground and stood guarding it.
From inside its chamber I could still hear the machine continue to emit its cry. After a while I realized that it was a beacon. A beacon stirring up the consciousness of some ancient Leviathan, resting in depths of the sea. And when it was fully awakened, it would rise up to the surface and destroy everything that was on it.
I was back on the beach, but I was not alone. I was with a friend who I had not seen in a while. We were walking on the beach together, talking. I regurgitated a list of things which I have yet to forget about her; things she had told me when we used to talk over the phone, for hours on end, a decade ago.
"You didn't call me on my birthday this year. You knew. But you didn't, on purpose," she said, teasing.
"But we don't talk anymore. What's the point? Everything has changed and no one bothers to keep in touch. We never really did talk after we both started working. And what could I do about it? Pretend that it isn't what's happening? We've become very different people."
"You're the only one who still remembers, you know? All those trivial things about me."
"As if it matters," I said, sarcastically.
"As if you are begrudging yourself fortuity," she said, smiling. And it was true.
And we both went on like that, walking and talking; white sand and cold wind, until the end of everything.
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