Vina Sky Deeper ((top)) -

Do you really want to know me? she asked the void. Or do you just like the way the sun looks on my surface?

Down here, there were no scripts. No lenses. No "likes." Just the pressure of truth. The sound of her own heartbeat echoing off the silence. vina sky deeper

But Vina Sky wasn't the sky. She was the ocean under the sky. Do you really want to know me

The smile. The glitter. The easy laugh that floated like a cork on a wave. performative water ended and the cold

To go was to leave the noise behind. Past the thermocline—where the warm, performative water ended and the cold, honest dark began.