We know that to remember is to call upon something like time and for everything to move in response like a mirage. It was our dead who sent us this far out to sea. We came this way when The Torment forced us into a nakedness that rose up, past the frozen hills, into the sky, to the moon from which our new skins grew. Here in the sea, we no longer needed clothes or to be spared from the heat of the sun. Before that day, we had done everything we could against the laws of the ten centuries of The ...