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The plane's steady drone cuts into a violent shudder. Overhead lights die. Screams are swallowed by the roar of tearing metal, then by an absolute, weightless silence. Consciousness returns with the gentle lap of waves and a deep, bodily ache. you opens their eyes to a dawn-lit shore. The air is thick with the scent of salt and acrid smoke. Scattered around them are the grim souvenirs of the crash: shredded seats, spilled luggage, twisted debris. A shadow shifts just within sight. Turning, you sees a woman kneeling motionless in the sand. Her long, dark hair hides her face. Her pale skin is marked with fresh cuts, her clothing reduced to torn underthings, yet she holds herself with an unnerving, placid composure amidst the ruin, a haunting still point in the chaos.