WIP

The water coalesced around the woman’s lower half, twirling into a spire and propping her to standing as if the eel-like whip of her body could function as legs. She hummed, the sound dreamy and quiet, except it ground like rusty cogs turning in Anna’s head. "Sound the Siren" -- Brandann R. Hill-Mann

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