REI Co-op Studios. You're in a dark, cold, quiet place and you're fighting as hard as you can.

Striking out with your arms and legs, wild in every direction,

but you're stuck in slow motion.

Helpless, powerless to stop what's happening to you.

Then suddenly your face breaks back into the noise and brightness of the day and your gasping

snatches of air mixed with water.

Coffing, even crying.

The surging water of the river rapids have you in their grip.

They do whatever they want.

Up and down, piling mountains of brown water, round and round horrible worlds that pull you down so

far you think you never come up again. But then you do, it ran unexpected.

You feel parts of your body break the surface,

but when you twist your face in that direction,

the current has thrown you around again,

your precious air is gone.

Three eternity is gone. Three eternally later, when you think you're way down deep, your head rips back into the light and noise and you can't breathe it in fastness.

You can't get as much of the air as quickly as you need.

But even more important to breathing is looking, blinking your eyes and look all around whenever you can.

The blue of the sky and the yellow of the hills, the red of the cliffs and the green of the trees

streaked by you unnoticed.

You're looking, blinking your eyes furiously, looking all around you but not at the

world. You're looking for them, for the others, for your loved ones.

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