There's a wave rolling in over the class. A cold dark wave that drowns all hopes and joy. A vampiric presence that eats all light. It hurts, it paralyses, it turns us all into little drops of indifferent sea.
Someone is drowning, possibly all of us. The screams are choked by the deafening roar of the ocean. The ocean that rumbles that boars that crashes our life's oars. It's a funeral, a death, a hunger and a birth. Our funeral, our death, our hunger, our birth.
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