I'll never find a sight as remarkable and terrifying as the tide before a storm. Massive waves stampede over the beach and ram into the rocks below. The clouds above roar and lightning cracks the dark sky in two with a bright, jagged tear. My toes curl over the edge of the cliff above a dangerous and unforgivable fall. I close my eyes and breathe in the salty seaweed scent, imagining the true weightlessness of a free fall. My arms raise out to my sides on their own, and my belly bends towards the angry ocean. I listen to the water's call and the wind's warning, both frantic and unrelenting. I follow the water's promise, and with one leap of faith, I surrender to the sea.
The waves are unforgiving as they surge the upon me, pushing me deeper and deeper. There's a peaceful quality about being so powerless, knowing the choice is over and I've already lost. The water burns as it fills my lungs, and my muscles begin to convulse. It's merciless and painful, but all necessary transformations are. The convulsions slow in frequency and power until they're arrhythmic twitches. I'm beaten, exhausted, and prepared for the end. I fall under, sinking further and further from the light at the surface until the world erodes into a black abyss.