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turbulent waters carry a silken figure to shore.

she lands not on a sandy coastline, but a rocky river's edge — the sharp thud of her temple cracking against a slimy, moss-covered boulder being what wakes her from slumber. as she opens her eyes, adrenaline makes instinct kick in. she thrashes her limbs, treads the shallows until she's clambering up the rocks, hoisting herself onto the grass.

her body feels heavy and her head pulses with a radiating ache. she only makes it a few feet up through the reeds before vertigo drags her back down to her haunches. it's miserable. her thighs tremble and her mouth waters with a sudden burst of oncoming nausea.

this must be hell, she thinks to herself. i've died and gone to hell. though, admittedly, it doesn't look much like the hell her daddy taught her about. the morning sun is warm on her back, and the meadow in front of her is dotted with a rainbow of wildflowers. the mountains behind it are nothing like she's ever seen — so tall they blot out the sky, capped with a dusting of powder white snow. she can hear mourning doves in a nearby copse of aspens.

even still, she doesn't believe this could be anything else.