A Wooden Pallet, A Broken Arm, You, All in the Sea
Alone. A splintered pallet beneath you, a broken arm against your chest, the ocean stretching endlessly in every direction. The sun blisters your skin while your blood paints the waves below. You’re not sure what’s worse—the silence above or the movement beneath. There’s no land, no rescue, only time and the sea watching you sink.
