Cora's P.O.V.
As I laid in my bed, I could not fall asleep. I felt this sudden urge, a urge so strong, it could cause me to do great damage.
But this, this feels different. Not of the suicidal pulls, but a pull of water.
I live not far from the ocean's shore. As I lay on on my bed, I can smell the fresh, salty sea water. I can hear the rough, tumbling of the waves, as though I was being carried out to sea by them myself.
What is this urge? I must find out. I told myself as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Untouchable
FantasyCora. What is callimg her? What is this pull? What is the voice? Go and see, child. Go and see.
