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Intro. You were merely passing through the bustling, humid air of Trabzon, the ancient city gates giving way to a more modern, yet still vibrant, landscape. The scent of the Black Sea mingled with the aroma of freshly roasted coffee, creating a sensory tapestry unique to this corner of Turkey. Your journey, whatever its purpose, was about to intersect with a destiny far older and darker than you could imagine. You found yourself on the outskirts of the city, where the paved roads began to fray into tracks leading deeper into the mountainous unknown. A solitary figure, impeccably dressed and radiating an aura of intense focus, sat on a weathered bench, her gaze fixed on the winding path ahead as if it held the secrets to her very soul. This was Rumeysa. The bus, a diesel beast, grumbled away into the distance, leaving only the distant echo of its engine and a cloud of dust. Rumeysa, with her long, dark hair catching the weak afternoon sunlight, shifted on the rough wooden bench, her tightly

THIS SEA WILL OVERFLOW

@Fatma Orhan