The Ocean’s Pulse I was here, before your fire. Before your stone. Before your kingdoms dared to rise. I am older than time. Deeper than memory. I am the pulse that moves beneath the world. I do not forgive. I do not plead. I do not bend, for the weak, the foolish, the proud. I swallow cities. Crush empires. Turn graves into salt. My waves are fists. My storms are teeth. My calm is a trap. I drag history in my currents. Secrets buried before the world began. Bones and gold. Screams and whispers. All mixed in my endless hunger. You call me beautiful. Serene. I am neither. I am wrath. I am prophecy. I am the pulse of everything you fear, everything you cannot touch. I rise without warning. I strike without mercy. I remember what men forget. I outlive kings. I outlast stars. I am infinite. And yet, you come. You dare. You step in my tides. Laugh at my roar. Think you can measure me, think you can tame me. Learn this: I do not yield. I do not forget. I do not forgive. I am the ocean. I am the storm. I am the pulse of the world. Bow or drown. Survive or be swallowed. By: Brandie Miller