The Sand Gazer

What remained of him after the ascension-transmogrification was not really a pretty sight. A shell of his former physical human self, a mixture of all the biological and ethereal beings he had consumed, he would definitely not be accepted back into the high society polite circles he came from just a few centuries ago. But that didn’t bother him, nor did the screams in the rare occasions he showed his true new form to what used to be his kind. What he did miss however, was water. Immortality and powers beyond even his ambitious plans were now his, pulling the strings of the world like a true dark puppeteer, but he missed water.It wasn’t just that his newly pieced together body would be at risk if he left the safety of the dry deserts and arid lands because of the increased corrosion of atmospheric moisture, but there was something, something about large bodies of water that stopped him from approaching, lest he become unconscious again for another decade like the last few times he tried with his typical stubbornness. He had succeeded it multiple times, to cross seas and oceans… with enough preparation and at high expenses it could be arranged that he is carried safely across, even in his slumbering state… but he hated it, and he hated that loss of control as the world passed by. Sob he often stood, as near as he could get to the edging of aridity and great waters, and on the hottest days with his empty sockets stared for hours with his mind-eyes trying to understand what frightening powers could be lurking there, stopping even a monster like him from approaching the fascinating waves and their great secrets of the depths.
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