Silence, an eerie silence that pressed in on all sides. Wasn't I swept up in the terrifying maelstrom of the god-sea Where was the endless, azure ocean The howling winds and torrential rain What about the wreckage of the plane itself,His icy eyes held a glint of both inquiry and menace.,The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white... and there were deep shadows. Crimson stains marred one ripple, then flowed along its incline, into those depths.。