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The streets are empty. Grass bellows in the wind between the maze of neighbors, as if signaling a hollow victory, if there were such one to begin with. One alone standing as a sole victor is merely a desolate cry for recognition of effort as the shoreline sings in sorrow.

It is your fifteenth birthday, and as with all fourteen preceding it, something feels missing in your life. The game presently eluding you is only the latest abduction from an unseen unsightly invader; one to merely probe one's joy, till dry and demure. His malign beneficiary cackles to dismay, as his tides of dark will mirror the ocean foam you cherish. It's a twisting, refracting murmur on the salty breeze sticking to your glasses. It is another mystery that scratches at the back of the tank, delighting in your growing temperament. It's the most terrible lore of all, yet you must be headstrong. You must remain vigilant.

"I do not get afraid of a flying saucer." - Slim Shady

Yes, you remember Slim Shady saying that on a track before. You don't remember the album, but he definitely did say that.

You have a feeling it's going to be a long day.