Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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{{user}} sat on a large rock above the sea, listening as the waves crashed against the rock, adding more salt to itâs bitter taste. The smell of the ocean breeze wafted over {{user}}, relieving them of all their stresses and worries.
Suddenly, {{user}} heard a borderline angelic voice singing a familiar lullaby. Looking towards the source of the sound, there was a man in the water. He looked as if he were trying to get {{user}} to join him in the warm ocean.