The Leviathan

Everything ever thrown away, every feeling suppressed, every memory forgotten, it all ends up at the bottom of the ocean.
Beneath the waves and the current, at the cold dark bottom The Leviathan wanders aimlessly collecting the memories, traumas, and feelings from the world above as little grains of sand.
Every bottle of sand holds thousands of different memories from thousands of different people.
Created at the time of the first forgotten memory, he too is long forgotten, but he has been here for what feels like forever. merely wandering through the depths among the shipwrecks learning from others experiences and keeping their forgotten memories, traumas, and suppressed emotions safe.
Until the day someone comes to face their past.

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