Trickle.

Where mind meets the soul, the Tethys Sea starts its rumbling back to existence. Peers of pressure on the abuting fronts, it stood dry for the past million minutes. The previosu sentence seemed a jargon of words that possesed only but illegitimate meaning. Its time to go back to the basics and search for the answers as to what brings the cracks in thy threshold of the once sealed up Tethys, forming back to the abysmal cave in of an ocean.

The culmination of Time and the Flight seemed out of focus, always arising aberrant results. The inuit remained heated through the ages, but the capitalisation aroused the realisation of of faulty techniques that better be healed through or else, the drops would start coming fill the abyss. Asit is, it shows its silent appearance... ooooooooooo.... there goes the Trickle.....