As the tide comes and goes, so do the years, and decades, and centuries. A treasure might reavel itself with the help of the tugging tides, or it might hide itself beneath the waves for many years to come, but it will always reavel itself when the time is right.

Squating, I inspected the layers of sand, and what might be beneath them. And in hopes of finding something historically valuable, I also hoped to satisfy my archeological career that I had never persued. The layers of sand peeled back and stuck under my fingernails. But beneath the muted surface of the shore, a glistening object seemed to appear, what looked like a gem on a ring. I tried to pull it out of the sand, but it seemed to be attached. Uncovering more the surface, I saw a blackened digit, then a hand of the same burnt umber colour. My heart began to race as I dug deeper, the sun dug down too, but I only cared to see the rest. And after hours, a body. Gently tucked into a fetal position, with its decorated hand covering its chest. Mirroring the mummy, I laid my hand on my chest and felt the surge of blood rush through my heart. The gem on the ring glistened once again, with the sun revealing itself, and the body seeing light once again.

I sat on the shore staring at the sunrise, wondering what this persons story could be.

Idk but I’m back (kinda)

Ps this was more of a short brainstorm