Image Credit: saUsan MaChari
Alaina watches as angry waves crash in the distance, their usual emerald color replaced with steel grey, a reflection of the sky above. The waves crest, frothing into a moving wall of white mist that rolls toward her, creating little eddies as they break around her ankles.
You have to hurry. The storm is coming.
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Your turn. What happens next? Can you tie in the photo above?
