She swam into the murky sea. Her silky, black, hair waving beautifully like eels swimming, back and forth. Pale blue eyes shone back at me as turning interrupted swim. A large smile stretched from ears. Hands, waving our small group down the foothills of sand. Once my feet touched icy water, I winced from coldness.

Tiny waves licking toes, shivering splintered up spines.

Then green clouds appeared, making fog immediately come.

“Boo hoo,” Tanya said.

“Indeed,” Ryhs agreed.

“Wonder when they’ll disappear,” Chase commented.

“Never,” A sickly voice rasped, like it was centimeters away, yet far.

“Why?” Suki wondered dreadfully.