How and since when life and blue molded itself together I don’t know, but my life is basically made out of blue, and it’s plain. I need something to spice up life, an exhilarating event. Sadly, dreaming is all I can do, for there is nothing we sprites can do to break free from our current existence into a new one, nothing we can do to change our fate. The blue remains, calm and settled, still and unmoving, as it will forever.

Hundreds of years have and will pass, yet the blue is at a standstill in time, remaining the same for eternity. Even if I willed it, nothing would happen, it is necessary for us sea sprites to live this life, to retain the blue. To keep the ocean waves ebbing steadily. As much as my will rebels, I can do nothing physically. To flow with the tide is the fate of a sea sprite, unchanging like the blue in our lives. It is in the earth’s nature that we keep the sea moving, sustaining life.

To be blue is our destiny, struggling against it is useless. If ever there is a chance to break free from it, I wouldn’t mind. Who knows, maybe one day there will be a miracle. After all, I do have an eternity to wait, either that or I’ll perish, when one day I finally find myself at the brink of frustration towards this eventless life and hurl myself onto the relentless rocks.

Many of my kind have accepted fate as it is, others are still deliriously in love with blue. These people I detest. Everyday I stare at myself, blue from head to toe, the perfect picture of the very life I hate, the life filled with blue. How I abhor the colour, no matter the shade, it causes me anguish. Suffering in a life I do not want. Everyday, soaring with the blue, blue oceans, I see familiar views. Looking up, I see the unending blue sky. Does blue cover most of the world? How I longed to see new sights, something that was not filled with blue, not shrouded by the presence of blue.

Blue is our only colour, and it would always be so.