Mermaid Diary

I died voluntarily seventeen years ago. The pain tore my memory into incoherent fragments, they got wet, heavy

with tears and slowly sank to the bottom of a new soul to hurt there. Over the years, I have not found the words to

speak and let go of everything that is painful. Wandering in the space of personal nightmares and terrible memories,

I discovered a world similar to mine. Mermaids live in it. The souls of deceased girls live in forests and water bodies

near the village of Levikha. They were killed for refusing to sell their body. In a few months, not far from the first

graves of the girls, mummified embryos will be thrown away, like the longing of mermaids for unborn children,

pulled the same dead babies to this place. Tears of tormented souls have turned the local mine into a permanent

wound, from which poisonous mine waters ooze, killing forests and poisoning water in rivers.