That night.
She came to the beach alone, wearing a white skirt and several circles of white silk wrapped around her neck. She was so ridiculous that she planned to be buried at sea.
Her body fell backwards, and the uncomfortable suffocation made her flutter instinctively.
The sea is too dark.
She thought her destination after death would be too peaceful.
The body never stops falling, cold...
This is the only feeling she has.
It was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
In a blur of consciousness, she felt someone circled her waist. Who? A shark? Ridiculous.
Intention: Don't fantasize