it was warm-everything was warm...she could feel salty sea breeze ruffling her hair, hear the gentle lapping of waves...there was rough stone against her back, her clothes stiff and wet and her hair caked with salt-
... Land.. It.. It was land! Dry, LAND!.. Finally, she could do whatever she wanted, she no longer had to be forced to listen, freedom, FREED-... what... what about.. shinsou..
.. Well, if she could feel the sun, then.. she was really alive. At least she was alright, that's all she knew right now.. and all she could really think of around the time-
She sat up, taking note of her surroundings alongside a huge gulp of air. She was alive-she was alive and she was safe-she flopped back against the rock in relief-nearly cracking her skull open.
