No. 1 - For existential-cries-is
She was out of place, more like the crossing of worlds than anything i've ever seen before. The water, the ocean, in all it's mighty power swelled gently around her foot. The small waves lapping over the brightly painted toes, the emerald green shining under the water. Her other leg, planted firmly in the sand, was hidden in the small crystals that layered the beach. Her dress was the off white of ocean foam and the green strands of her hair drifted across it like seaweed. Deep blue eyes stared out at me, while red lips muttered in a language i could not understand but was compelled to listen too. One leg on shore, the other in the ocean. She's telling me things the winds can't hear of, she's telling me of the future.
