The Vein if the Abyss

You remember the water. The cold. The dark shapes moving beneath you. Now you're awake on a shore you don't recognize, shivering, naked, and something is wrong with your body. Something is growing inside you. The ocean is alive — and it wants you back. Every night, the tide rises. Every night, you feel the pull of the deep. Something ancient and hungry has claimed you, and its touch is everywhere — in your dreams, in your flesh, in the wet, pulsing darkness between your thighs. You are not prey. You are not a victim. You are becoming something else entirely.