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You feel it. The water. It feels... warm. Almost like it’s warm... for you. It’s almost like it’s inviting you. To come into it. To merge into it. So you do. You become one with the water, floating as if you were a fetus in a womb. An organelle in a cell. A human in the water. The water that pulses blues and cyans and purples and navies. The water in which each molecule dances around with each other. The water which has a warm temperature. Designed for you. Sifting through seaweed and fish. You. Submerged in the water where the great monuments and shipwrecks and stones and whales and sharks and... you. Floating in the water. The warm water. Submerged in the ocean’s warmth.