Cowering on a rock. Surrounded by a never-ending ocean, always churning; crashing against the rock that you cling to. Every time the ocean crashes against your rock, it washes away a little more. You suspect that this little rock was once a vast plateau, but has withered away year after year. Glorious greenery and meadows and valleys as far as the eye could see. The air was joyful and carefree, caressing you with every soft breeze. You wonder why you didn't notice your platform shrinking at every harsh word and action. Now there are no meadows or valleys. Now the wind tears at you, wanting and expecting more and more, but you just can't do it. You ask yourself how and why you are here. What did you ever do to deserve this? Over and over and over you scream out sorry, but to no avail; no one can hear you. The realization finally comes in the form of sound. The sound of the ocean crashing whispers words you're not sure you want to hear. Whispers of actions, crimes, even, that make both water and rock fall from the pedestal that you have always had them on. You want to believe those words, but you understand that by doing so, your rock will crack, disintegrate, and down into the churning waters you will fall. If that happens, you know you won't make it out. Because rock and water are two opposites, they destroy each other. Never able to be one, yet somehow you are made of both. The forces that make them destroy each other, also destroy you; on the inside, where no one can see. Stranded in this chaos you are torn by your devotion toward one and the stability offered by the other. Accepting one means cutting off the other, something you can't do. Intuition flickers; the feeling that this battle has been raging since the day you were born runs through your mind. You wonder as you lay there helplessly whether or not all of the seemingly happy times you remember were all a lie. Days when water would quietly lap against the rocks, whispering the words of a lullaby. Now you understand that while the sweet melody played in your ears, water was slowly eating away at the rocks. The world you have lived in is crumbling, and you quail at the thought.. The uncertainty of what is to come scares you. The possibility that you might hurt someone is terrifying. The decision that is to be made looms ever closer. The storm brewing to the west gets ever closer. With it, comes the explosion that will make you choose. The final battle between water and rock. The fight will be between them, but you will be caught in the crossfire. Water or rock; one must be chosen in order to make it out alive. The choice is yours and yours alone. When the storm hits, all hell breaks lose. Clinging to the rock is futile, the ocean will keeping eating away until it is gone. But the water is frightening, swimming would be impossible in the current. There is no right answer. There is no way out. Hopeless, you cling for dear life to the rock you know is turning to sand in your hands.