It's exhilarating to feel within sight and sound of the sea.
Emotions flourish and my senses are heightened.
The abyss of our acute sentimental trials are proof of our secret and undeniable depths.
Depths and debts.
What can you possibly owe Me...?
How can I possibly ask anything of you...?
The big blue... The strangest tides I could think of. Because they are the farthest or the most unlikely scenery.
Somewhere on the soft sandstone cliffs above Minismere. It's a place where vast pieces of cliffs keep falling away and by doing so, they bring the abyss nearer to the door.
A simple parallel.
Lest you come prepared. As you should, who am I to ignore your dares?
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