The waves lap lightly against his polished shoes. The Sun sinks beneath the horizon, burning the ocean the color of polished amber for a moment before melting down to the deep sapphire shades of night.
“What’s it like?” I ask. He taps the end of his folded umbrella in the sand, contemplating.
“Your heart becomes like a very great weight,” he replies, “and it drags you down through the water. You cannot breathe. You struggle but continue to sink. Everything is very dark and the water presses in all around you. You heart becomes like an anchor and it weighs you down, and you suffer in the depths of the ocean.”
His eyes flicker in the dark like the beacon of a lighthouse.