A woman stands at the edge of a vast tumultuous sea, water churning, spitting whiteness.
On the edge of a busy street, cars and buses rush past her in waves.
A gust of wind blows debris down the street. She turns and walks with the wind, indifferent to the billows of hair across her face.
Black waves smash at the barren rocks beneath her feet as she walks towards the churning abyss. Wind tears at her hair, her clothing, her body.
Something shifts. The wind slows, she stops. Her hair falls away from her face, eyes closed.
SHE STANDS ALONE IN A CITY THAT IS FINALLY CALM…
She opens her eyes.
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