The girl stood straight, perpendicular to the flat floors and parallel to the painting she observed. As she closed her eyes, the silence of the gallery felt like a coat around her. Engulfed in silence, she started to hum until she heard the sound of the waves crashing behind. Bewildered by the dynamic change of sound, she turned around to find a calm ocean.

The lack of action made the water colored a shadowed blue. She was unsure how she arrived here so quickly after being surrounded by the concrete jungle of the city. Nonetheless, the girl went along the scenery in hopes for to find the exit. She took off her tattered and surely sandy converse and socks to step into the water. The girl could barely see her tanned toes but could see a calm sky to complement the tranquility of the waves.

The girl continued onwards, stepping softly to feel the sand against her heels. When she placed her feet out of and into the water, there was barely any sound for she had stepped as her current mind. Suddenly, a cry of thunder roared out. The sky had more distraught and chaotic looking clouds than before. Fearing a storm, she started running faster. Each of her steps clashed against the water and made large splashes that rang through the girl’s ears. The frequency of the sounds grew louder as yet another scream of thunder coincided with the clash between the water and her right foot.

Shadows began to infect the white clouds and stressing skies. Whether it was from the setting sun or the coming storm didn’t reach her mind. She sprinted. The waves began to gain a noticeable height. She looked down and saw her feet through the water. The sounds of each step in the water soon were joined with the waves clashing onto calves and sand. The waves grew higher as if they would touch the heaves and stole the white from heaven to the earth’s ocean.

The calming blue hue soon became frantic with white associating with it. Clashing louder and louder, the waves grew higher and higher. The skies were roaring. The girl was panting for breath and started to cry. She wished for silence. She wished to stop running. The girl screamed and hoping that proving her being would overpower this event of nature. As the height of the waves grew higher and higher she felt the water touch more and more of her skin.  Soon enough, the waves grew too violent and strong for the girl to stand and she was thrown into the ocean with only the wave to hold on to.

The girl was tossed around, heading towards the horizon. She gasped for air as the waves swung her side to side. Finally, she saw a boulder in the distance. She tried to throw herself to that direction. However, only hope would bring her to her goal but the chaos of the waves would never allow such a thing control it. The girl was a wanderer. However, she wandered to far from her reality and now she is drowning in this ocean of despair.

A tear was shed as she rubbed her eyes from a bad nightmare. Ariane searched the room of the museum to find her mother asleep on the bench, probably from waiting for her, and back to the painting which had stolen her senses until now. A shiver went down her spine from the memories of the water against her skin. Even so, she realized the storm had died and that the waves were at rest as if in a picture.