The waves of the sea had always brought you peace.

Alone you stood, in the dead of the night, at the seashore. A small lamp held in your hand as your source of light.

Why did you decide to come here? You had no clear answer to that. You had woken up from your sleep a few moments ago, and had this overwhelming urge to just- go here, for some reason.

The wind gently blew through your hair, as the waves slowly reached your feet. You could feel the damp sand underneath. It was.. peaceful.

However, that moment of peace was somewhat disturbed when you felt the prescence of another.

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You turned your head to the side, only to see.. a yellow haired young girl, her brown cloak covered her inner outfit that looked like a nun's. Was she a nun?

She stood at the seashore not too far from you and crouched down, then setting something adrift into the sea.. it seemed to be a glass bottle with a message inside.

She seemed.. upset. Deeply so.