Interlude iii; Amidst Chaos

It was called the Coast, stretching for miles and miles, dotted with houses made of leaves, wet sand, and broken pieces of wood. Every night the tide would come in and wash away their homes.

People would scatter to hold together their homes, picking up pieces of their walls and roof. Some, the unfortunate ones, would be washed away with the tide being swallowed whole by the sea. The most wretched and dangerous place to live. Only peasants lived here, sent here because of the taxes they could not pay, so poor, food was a luxury to them.

But somehow, they found a way to celebrate what they had, to continue with the lives they had, to appreciate what they had, it may almost be nothing to them it was something.