Sarah walked along the seashore, her blue gown trailing after her. Her brown locks falling on her face,her expression unreadable.
Who was she? She couldn't really remember. A name rolled off her tongue, Sarah. Was it her name? Where was she from?
By the time the sun started to set, the sky was painted in an array of pink, the clouds stretching across mountains, and the pale glow of the moon was starting to show.
It was entrancing. To say it was beautiful would be an understatement.
Patting the sand, its texture soft and snowlike, she kneeled on the ground, drawing mindless patterns.
She knew so many things, like knowledge was written on her subconscious. She couldn't remember where she had learnt anything at all, not even her ABCs.
Did she have a family? It was weird, she felt as if she had an obligation to be elsewhere, just not here.
"What is your name?"
"Sarah."
"You must go now, then, lest you be trapped here forever"
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New life
FantasyAfter dawn, Sarah, you must choose. To stay and forget about your past life or to return and forget that you have ever stepped foot on this island.
