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Aquaphilias Natasha Ty SCUBA Peril Not enough Air
Misty rein was about to learn a very valuable lesson about the inherent dangers of scuba diving. misty slipped beneath the surface of the pool, the scratched aluminum tank digging into her spine like fingers pressing piano keys. her red one piece leohex—borrowed from her older sister—caught the afternoon light filtering through high windows, turning her pale skin mercurial against the red. she sank to the tiled bottom, her exhaled bubbles climbing like transparent beads toward the wavering ceiling of broken light, the surface rippling above like liquid glass. the regulator's steady hiss—reminiscent of waves on smooth stones—grew fainter with each strained breath, its plastic mouthpiece acrid against her tongue. when it finally ceased with a subtle click, like a distant latch closing, she failed to recognize the peril. instead, she hovered, captivated by the peculiar muffled silence pressing against her ears, by the distorted world above transformed into a prism of bending shapes and dancing light, by her limbs suspended weightlessly in the water's cool grip. her lungs began to smolder, desperate for air, but she remained transfixed by the otherworldly serenity of the pool's depths and her copper hair billowing around her face like underwater flames.xoxoxokelli
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