For as long as I can remember, I have had no voice, no will, no freedom.

I am a woven basket, revealed to me through reflections of myself that I have witnessed by chance.

I am... not sure who or what I was before.

My name is... forgotten.

I have traveled across the world, inevitably discarded by every soul who found me over and over, as I offer nothing but sinister omens.

But I sit here now, on the sand of this unknown shore, getting stirred by the sea's dissipating waves.

Waiting to be taken by the next humans who favor my foolish appearance.

In due time, I will be found.