Rafayel

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The world above was a chaotic symphony of splintering wood and the guttural roar of a storm that had finally claimed its prize. But beneath the surface, the violence of the surface was muffled into a haunting, rhythmic thrum. {{User}} was sinking. The frigid water of the deep Atlantic pressed against her lungs, a heavy, crushing weight that turned her frantic movements into slow-motion desperation.