Heralds of the Whale Gods, we idolise them without knowing why.
They fill our holiday water parks with their cheeky games and sintering chatter. Adorn football team shirts or dangle in glassy windows.
Ha! There’s even people called Dolphin. Imagine that.
Their gigantic masters cruise the oceans dispensing knowledge, singing the songs of worlds drawn from their vast suboceanic domain. Their Heralds bridge the gap, swim the shallows, calling to us, offering advice.
And yet, we ignore the messages they bring, running aimlessly towards our ultimate and absolute destruction. Fools that we are.