It wasn’t awe. It was aftermath. This wave didn’t crash — it consumed. A glitch-ripped ocean swallowing the sky, blue static tearing through calm like memory through bone. Not a moment of beauty. A moment of breakage. You weren’t meant to ride it. You were meant to drown and return different. This is grief with salt in its mouth. This is how the water remembers.
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