"He is the shore where he cannot dock, and he is the sky where he cannot fly. In the end, the whale sank in the sea as a sacrifice, and the gull was trapped on the shore and finally lost its habitat."
Its last breaths form a string of lonely bubbles, rising toward the surface of the sea - a world it will never reach again. And its body began to fall toward the abyss. It was a slow, solemn, and extremely grand funeral.
No lamentations, no farewells. Only the eternal darkness and high pressure silently accepted this heavy gift. Its death is a secret that no one knows in the universe.
Its fall was a silent pantomime. The most majestic life ends in the deepest loneliness in the quietest way.
Light is absent here and warmth is extinct. In its last consciousness, was there a flash of sunlight on the ice sheet? That is a distant memory that it will never be able to reach again in its lifetime.
It sank to the bottom of the sea and turned into an island. A hundred years of solitude, a thousand years of nourishment. Its death has become the most generous desolation on which countless small lives rely for survival.
I would like to become a whale for you and fall into the uninhabited sea. Use my silence to exchange for your vast ocean; use my death to fulfill your vastness. May you never know what kind of silent sacrifice I have held for you under the sea level.
Intention: A death in which life is silent in extreme loneliness, and finally turns into a grand sacrifice that nourishes endless desolation.