Counterfeit Memories: The Turquoise Heart of Chaos

I stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean.

With every breath, the tide rose.

It was methodical.

Waves lurched forward---a rabid dog gnashing its teeth.

Rising, building, and eventually collapsing on the rocks like a felled domino.

White edges surrounded a turquoise heart of chaos.

With each beat, a rolling thunder reverberated through the cove---the war cry of the sea.