January 27, 2020, 12:01 AM
set on 1-30-2020
the nympth sat at the shore, waves gently washing upon her paws. winter slowly falling upon herself, and leaving only ruò to watch the waves. other forms of life, which she had desired to seek out, were not at this time. what a shame, she thought, looking out at the sunrise. a perfect place, an ideal ground for any sea maiden, for the clearness and the easy dip into the waters.. ideal.