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Title: "Drown in Sight"

She stood on the threshold between dream and delirium where thoughts turned fluid and vision betrayed the senses.

 Two fish swam not in water, but in her perception, blotting out reality with shadows of forgotten oceans. They weren’t just creatures; they were memories silent, swift, and slippery gliding across her face like truths we refuse to see.

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Her lips parted, not to speak, but to breathe through the haze of drowned visions. The sea had no shore in this realm only blurred lines between skin and smoke, between seeing and feeling. Here, the water didn’t rise; it bloomed abstract and alive, threading through her mind like ink in stillness.

She is the storm without sound. The tide without time. The girl who sees with her soul when the eyes are no longer hers.