This story has nothing to do with infinity,
It's about quitting those cycles,
The ones who killed hope, like a virus.
The waves were crashing, the breeze was warm,
A paralyzed woman's body was lying at the sea.
Her clothes were soaked, a mixture of salted water and blood.
No one was near.
No one could see her.
Like if the beginning of human existence started that way, with a body coming out from the sea.
"Don't take too long"
"Don't forget his name"
Veiled with wet curly hair and blood-drops
A lying goddess was gathering for her time to come.