As the sharks swim their circles around the ever dissolving island, the people squeeze and squeal and scream. With ever-increasing volume, buhbum-buhbum-buhbum pounds in their ears.
What to do?! What to do?! What WILL we ever do?!
*Jump to your death, loves.* his raspy voice scrapes the insides of their ears as he whispers *Jump, swim your last stroke, and die.*
NO! they scream. We will not! We can fight!
*HA!* he says. *Like you can fight MY demons! I placed them here solely for your destruction.*
They weep, they beg, they make deals with the devil. They do everything they think possible. Other than taking action. The island is still depleting. The sharks are still swimming. The evil still buhbum-buhbum-buhbums in their ears.
Only inches left to stand on and BUHBUM-BUHBUM-BUHBUM in their ears penetrates all blockades of hope. Surging headaches rage through their heads as their eyes tear from the noise, fear, hopeless agony.
*Hehehe* he cackles. *There is no hope for you.*
Please, please, please! They beg, again.
*Why should I save your meaningless lives?* he questioned. *What purpose would that serve me?*
He watches on as sweat beads form on their brow and as veins protrude from their stressed necks and bodies.
He watches on as a small girl, barely three years of age, turns her head upwards towards the blue skies.
With a strong, yet wavering childish voice, she tells her family, "Why should we be afraid? Have you not looked upwards to the beautiful skies?" She asks this of them, though knows already to not expect a response. Continuing on, she informs them of the hopeful birds. "My family, these pure white winged birdies fly above our heads. Did you not hear the gentle flapping of their wings? Surely it overpowered the evil splashes of the sharks."
The young girl reasons with her family, showing them what wonders soar above them while their eyes remained focused on the evil below.
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