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But Aya couldn’t stand it: she had to see the outside world, beyond the Geyser, beyond Entia, beyond the ocean, beyond the endless stretch of water that surrounded the place she called home. So, one night, she attempted the escape she had plotted for months.

She could hear the waves building up and clapping against each other in endless repetition, and the geyser rising up and crashing down to the surface far below. The stench of the ocean made her eyes water. At this time, 10pm, there was always a large cargo boat that made its way around the Geyser.. Aya could see its lights. It was not far away at this time so she prepared the hang glider she had been working on. This was it. There was no turning back. She didn’t know how or if she could possibly return to the Geyser again. She realized that she might never see her family again. She would never see her family again.

Ready for liftoff, Aya blew her mom and dad a kiss goodbye. A tear ran down her face. This really was it. She couldn’t believe it. Nevertheless, Aya pushed her foot back, and ran to the edge the balcony, hang glider in hand. When she neared the end, she jumped up, and leaped off the railing. She had never tried hang gliding before, but it was surprisingly harder than she thought. She twisted through the night air, salt spraying in her face. Nothing could stop her now. To her surprise, she was reaching the boat pretty well. That is, until her sleeve caught on a string. She was so close, but, as her mother always told her, “a life of almost is a life of never.” She came crashing down, twirling as if she were a graceful bird looking for a fish. But that was far from the truth. Every time Aya tried to withdraw her arm, her sleeve became more tangled. She was so close, just a hundred feet from the ship, but she would make contact with the water in only a few more seconds.

So this vain attempt was where her life would end. All those drab years living on the Geyser came to this conclusion, plunging to the ocean. Isn’t this what she wanted? To be out in the world? Off the geyser? Her tears stung her like the water would when her life would slam to a close. It was so cold, so cold…

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