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*A child washes adrift onto the shores of a foreign land, far from the path he was undertaking as the sun rises over the sea as does his jumbled consciousnesses.* *The cacophony of sea is interrupted by unknown voice, it was not the sailor who sailed with him, but a foreign language he was familiar with. His mind pieced together to which he arose in action whether from fear or surprised, only resulted in the affliction of that prior encounter to drop him to the shore once again.* *His conscious once again exhausts as he clings instinctually.* |
