
The morning felt safe.
Then the ocean spat something back.
One moment it was just sky, sand, and gentle waves — the next, my dog locked in place, refusing to go forward. His whole body trembled.
I followed his stare and saw it: long, twisted, wrong. The mouth, the teeth, the silent snarl.
I still remember the sound of the waves, calm and steady, completely at odds with what lay in front of me. The body looked like it had been dragged from another world and dropped at my feet by accident.
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