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“An invisible tether is strapped to my body, restraining me. Torrents of water begin to form around me. A whirlpool forms around me and starts closing in, getting nearer as I splash about like a fish on a cutting board. I look up at the Sun glowing in the sky and a feeling of calm temporarily relives me. As the whirlpool gets closer, the feeling fades. I’m bobbing helplessly in the open sea, powerless against the rising strength of the tides. A paper plane in a hurricane, holding no will to the storm. A huge mountain under the Sea is keeping me down and escape is hopeless. I listlessly wait to be pulled under. The whirlpool is closer now and tiny fountains of water spray my face like rockets shooting the clouds. I use what little strength I have to battle the forces of nature pulling me under. When it happens, it’s as if Poseidon himself, eternal God of the Sea, is grabbing me at the ankles. Struggling to stay above the surface is like trying to blow against a windmill. In a moment, I am swallowed by the sea and erased from the Earth. The sun, once a beacon of light before me grows dimmer and smaller as I get pulled down deeper. I am powerless to the water and can only await my death and hope that the afterlife shows mercy. The Sun’s light shining through the water is just a lone star in an empty universe now, and eventually it too is extinguished and all that surrounds me is a thick, cold darkness.”