Palatinate hair shone in the faint light of the stars, giving a slick, flowing appearance to the dyed locks that were contained into a ponytail. The owner of said hair was noiselessly creeping towards a lone dock that jutted out into an icy, endless ocean. The rest of the creature blended in well with the darkened sandy banks, though the unnaturally colored hair commanded the gaze of any viewing the scene. Of course, the one who possessed such unusual hair was not trying to go unnoticed. They were not try to be notice either, mind you, but rather they were more concerned simply with being.

A low creak escaped the planks of the dock as the being stepped on them, their mass straining the structural integrity of the man-made peninsula. They cared little, though, as they knew it would hold up just fine despite the worrisome noises.

The being then let out a low hum, sitting down on the edge of the dock. They looked down, unable to even gather a reflection in the murky water below. As their hum rang out, it cut through the air around them. Save for the hushed symphony of ocean waves, there was silence. They enjoyed this quite a lot, and ceased humming for a moment to savor the lack of noise.

They took a deep breath, and their lips parted. They tilted their head back towards the moon above and let out a loud, piercing wail. This pained cry echoed across the rolling waves, and the being felt a rush of contentment at this.

They then opened their mouth again, but this time to form a melody rather than an uproar.

“They’d spend a lifetime and fight over lines
Which you and me could never control
I’m feeling a sense of imaginable loss over people I don’t even know”

The lyrics poured from their mouth with a broken rhythm, a metronome that sped up, slowed down, and outright stopped at points. This disjointed singing enveloped its source, and a rush of adrenaline pressed for them to continue.

“We used to be such intelligent animals
Lamenting the loss of intelligent animals”

Their voice betrayed their empty expression, as it was filled with a richness of emotion. This emotion swelled up inside them, and soon the crooning song climaxed into a desperate bellowing, a plea to the observing ocean before them.

“If Darwin could see what we turned out to be
He’d probably admit he was wrong
So pray to Saint Christopher down and on your knees
‘Cause in fifty years we’ll all be gone”

Their melodies became lamenting cries, full of regret and sorrow that overwhelmed the singer. Tears welled up in their eyes, and with a voice that demanded an answer, they sang,

“So, tell me where are these intelligent animals?”

As harshness began to cloud their town, the siren song became a dissonance, losing it’s last gentle edge. The cacophony shattered the air, and the impassioned being held back no more.

“Now we behave like we lost our control
Now we behave like we lost our control”

Howling and bewailing, the source continued on for quite some time, relentlessly subjecting all around them to their bemoaning until their steam wore off, and they reduced themselves to a resigned warbling.

“Oh, intelligent animals
Intelligent animals
Intelligent animals
And animals, animals”

They murmured the two words over and over, letting them sink to the depths of the water, creeping under ever rock and sediment.

Then, as they felt completely drained, they saw the distant gleam of orange along the horizon. Hours had passed, and it soon the sun would rise above the distance.

This palatinate-haired creature gathered themselves, taking deep breaths of sea breeze. They turned away from the ocean, walking back towards the shore. If they did not retreat to abode soon, the consequences would be dire.