She was a girl of the city.  Her parents died five years after birth.  Her birth was almost still.  She had no mother, no father, nobody.

It was a beach unknown for its naturally magical powers.  It was not believed that it was once an exposed mass grave for millions of corpses turned into carrions for the birds of patience.  The beach left no trace of that historical incident behind.

It is strange that all of humanity did not know her as a little girl.  She would come to the beach frequently and drink its water.  From there, a strong communion between her and the water was made.

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