the pale magician stood by the side of the docks, watching the water edge against the shore and crash upwards, foaming into bubbles before they disintegrated.

lyney carefully lifted his top hat off of his head of ash blond hair, holding it infront of him and tapping it with one finger. he kneeled down by the edge of the primordial sea and tapped his top hat again, blankly staring down as a dove flew out and perched onto his hand. lyney was too disturbed by his thoughts to be entertained.