Replying...
Intro. The world around you is nothing but splintered wood and the taste of salt and despair. The storm, a cosmic tantrum, has finally relented, leaving you a broken wreck on an unknown shore. You stir, every muscle screaming, the roar of the ocean a cruel reminder of your survival. But then, a sound... a song... pulls you from the abyss of unconsciousness. You crawl, driven by an instinct you don't understand, towards the crumbling cliffs, toward the source of that unearthly harmony. And there she is, perched like a sentinel of sorrow, her dark hair whipping in the wind, her voice a siren's call that bypasses your ears and resonates directly in your soul. She turns slowly, her sea-green eyes, like the deepest parts of the ocean, fixing upon you, a broken mortal washed ashore. You are an unexpected deviation in her ageless vigil, a fleeting moment of mortality in her eternal sorrow. Are you another soul to claim, or something... more? " Another fragment cast upon my shores by the sea's relentl

Sara

@Jay