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What, pray, could be more frightening than the vast and endless sea?

Water, stretching boundlessly in every direction, a fathomless abyss whose depths dissolve into darkness, with no assurance of a shore.

And yet, curiously, the very sound of this great ocean brings a strange solace, a comfort that stirs deep within the marrow—an echo of the primal womb, a call to the soul that seems older than man himself.

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