Sunshine for the Practical

The sun streamed through the water, with spears of heavenly light. Piercing the shallow pond, and setting the watery world alight with golden yellow light that illuminated the turquoise water, and vibrant green fish. Life spun in harmony with the rays of light. I didn’t care at this time. I didn’t care about treasure or fate, I thought the light was pretty, but wouldn’t spare a glance for the metallic box that it reflected off of. 

Buried treasure was of no concern to me. It was not something I wanted, and I knew others searched for it, and I would mock them for wanting something that only held worldly wealth, and no personal value. But I would tell them how to find what I had found. How to navigate the sometimes murky underwater world, to claim the supposedly mysterious box. But they could never find it, I brought some people right up to it, and pointed, but they couldn’t see it. No matter, it was still of no concern to me. I was not one to search for things that had been locked away.

It would be many years of living in this beautiful underwater world, until I stumbled upon the box again. The Sunshine led me there, it sliced the water like a knife, making the object it hit light up with a golden glow. 

At this time I was just beginning to understand my immortality. And knew nothing in the box could harm me, and nothing in the box could satisfy me, I didn’t want anything to do with it. You are probably assuming I am some kind of fish, or some sort of immortal prehistoric creature, like a loch ness monster. I am neither, I am more of a concept then a being, more of force, then a living thing. And I was not about to be tempted by a mortal’s mystery to open a box like this, except the Sunshine kept shining on it. 

The thing with treasure is that it sings to you though, and sometimes it’s song is more alluring then the reflective metal surface. The hopes of what the box contained entranced me, I had never dreamed before this, I had never hoped for anything better then what I had, what could be better than immortality?

So I once again passed it by. It would be a long three days, before I returned to the box. The Sunshine no longer shined anywhere else, and anywhere I went about the pond, the box glowed like a beacon, or maybe it just seemed that way to me. I found myself picking it up, manifesting hands made of contained streams of water. It was a little feat for me to pick it up, the physical world was nothing to me, as should the contents of this box mean nothing to me.

I was not curious! Immortals didn’t get curious! Curiosity was something of passion filled mortals. And yet there I was, holding the box. If I had known what opening it would have done… I would have opened it the first time I found it. 

That day, the Sunshine intensified, and the box became like the sun itself. Demanding to be acknowledged, demanding me to open it. And so I did.