(short story number 1) - a horror writer and his unimaginable love
I look beyond a misty sea from my lighthouse. It is calming to look deep into, with an afternoon red onion and lettuce sandwich. It is like a faint humming machine noise and whale song into one, i dont know why, but it's something i hear right now. Perhaps work has me tired today. I search longer, my eyes keep falling almost shut, sitting on this chair by the sea. I look down to the ring on my left hand. It glints nicely against the hints of deep emerald green of the ocean, hidden in the fog. The light refracts against the jewel perfectly like those memories of the deep oh so long ago. 

His figure finally appears. Gazing upon him never fails to make me believe, this is what god looks like. This is the beauty that his archangels cannot match. In r'lyehian, i feel the love of his words. translation: "my love, i am back."