The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing on the shore served as a gentle lullaby for Meirah's frayed nerves. Every step she took on the soft, wet sand left a fleeting mark, just as every memory she carried with her left a mark on her soul. The shimmering light from the crescent moon cast a silvery glow over the water, its luminescence dancing with the ebb and flow of the waves.
The salty tang of the sea air filled Meirah's lungs, its invigorating aroma promising new beginnings and washing away the bitter taste of the past. The vastness of the ocean, with its unfathomable depths, reminded her of the depth of her own emotions and of the countless memories, both good and bad, that she held within. The water lapped at her feet, each wave carrying away a piece of her pain and her sorrow.
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