This night was one of the worse kinds. Her wreckless mind had beaten her, shaken her up. After her fourth glass of wine alone on the beach, she decided to let the ocean caress her. The cold water tickled her skin, "I want to sleep here" she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and dove into the greatness of the sea, letting go of herself completely. Down under, she could hear nothing but her thoughts, loud and violent. They intended to destroy everything in their way, and they seemed to be succeeding.
As in a dream or something like it, suddenly magic happened. Nothing was ever more dark and cold, and her thoughts she could not hear again.
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