Pneuma
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Her lungs slowly filled with water, her mouth sputtering. Slowly sinking, water forcefully pushing down on her petite frame from all sides. She writhed and thrashed, pounding against the glass in hopes that someone, anyone could hear her silent screams. She then extended her arm seeking assistance from an illusive distant figure, but to no avail.
"Help! Someone help me!" Her thoughts were screaming as she could say nothing.
"I can't breathe! Someone please save me."
Until, it stood before her, huge and grey.
Death, took her life.
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