Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

It is her turn to be filled with recognition.  She does not know him, but they are the same.  I have done terrible things, and have paid for it.  They shared the same story.  They had been consumed by the ocean for their sins, washed and atoned, and cast back out towards the infinite wilds.

Better that than the infinite depths of the ocean.  I am.  She pauses, expands.  Since birth.  On tall legs she moves to stand, walking with long strides back towards the waves.  I can heal those wounds.