I found myself by some ancient trees standing next to a cold waterfall. Someone had melted animal fat all over my feet. The word discovery had been penned on my right palm. In blue ink. I moved an inch and felt the swift movement of a tail behind me, something attached, and this was wholly new to me. On my left palm there was no writing. I returned slowly to my original inch. A violative vessel appeared from beneath the waterfall, many fierce black ancient muscled beasts thrusting from the bow, primed to gnaw. Elegant waves were raised up in the water by the emergent prow. These waves undulated toward me who stood on the shore fixed and immobile except for the occasional imprudent inch of movement. The vessel’s size increased as more of it emerged from the heavy never-ending fall of water. The waves it had created in the distance now finally reached the shore where I stood. They lapped up over the land, heading for my feet covered in animal fat. Hungry, acidic waves. I ran away not an inch.