Quick. Silver.

It’s that time of day where the sea is transformed into a massive pool of quicksilver as the sun takes shelter for the night. Exquisitely beautiful. Deeply alluring.

I find my mind jumping straight into that pool of memories, only to realise, yet again, it is still mercury and it was never the protective coat of quicksilver I thought it to be. I am still as mad as a hatter.

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