i look up. I see two airplanes overlap in the high sky.

soon they crash. i spot them under the first surface of the big, gray ocean

the fuselage creates a colorful mosaic. i collect some for my crash souvenir display

survivors play with the sirens...

...as others drown, sinking, like ocean confetti into the depths of a hungry sea.

and soon a grateful, full-bellied ocean says 'good night'. so I leave with my newfound treasure.