Another Sunday, another six sentence snippet of Ark! :)
As the humans abandoned the beaches in constant echoes of waves, the animals filtered in behind.
The humans no longer had any use for the shores. The sea provided no sense of wonder that their new magic could not outshine, and it was uncomfortably primordial besides.
Roots no longer mattered, in this day and age, when they only wanted what was sparkling and shining and new.
The reasons they voiced were logical, of course (we can’t trust the ships not to rust too; now we don’t need to brave the waters for energy or food –), but in truth it was fear.
If you give humans a key, inevitably they will twist the metal and try to make it a cage.