I'm standing beneath a starry sky on the edge of a jagged cliff.
Ocean waves crash against a rocky shore far below, churning up swirling sea foam bathed in silvery moonlight.
My hair whips around me; the wind stings my eyes.
I stand for a long time, looking down at the raging seas.
Somewhere in that dark ocean, the bus is sinking, a metal coffin falling forever.
I can feel the cold interior slick with blood; I can hear my classmates calling me.
There's a tug in my chest, like an invisible string pulling me forward.
Somehow I know that if I look too long, I'll float out to sea, and I'll never be able to swim back.
So I focus my attention on the pale white ribbon of sand that stretches like a snake out along the base of the cliffs far below, glowing faintly with trapped moonlight.
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