Sometimes from beneath the water on a clear, silt-less day, she would catch a whiff of something on the current. It smelled…fresh, unsalted, clean, light. She searched for weeks, chasing the current whenever she caught the scent rushing by.

After a time she began to notice a pattern. As she ventured into shallower waters further from her reef, it grew stronger. With it, the water itself grew lighter and cleaner and less clouded. One day, on a bold whim, she went so close to the water's edge that her back rose out of the water. Crisp and chilly, the air rushed over her back as the current often did…and there, right there above the waves, was the smell. She could almost taste it this time, but what was it? And she could see fluttering shapes beyond the surface, what was above those waves?

Brazenly she plunged her face above water, and with a jolting start discovered that she felt….nothing. No difference except for the chill and the fantastic smell of fresh "air", she thought to be the term.

She saw monstrous land corals covered in translucent spines which seemed to sprout only from the top. The land had a strange purple haze, but the moon! Oh the moon was brilliant from above the water, she thought delightedly to herself as she slid onto the sand. By the moon, she would always know her way back to the sea.





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