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The woman would make her way to the Obsidian beach, stepping onto the familiar grainy ebony sand. She had a blurry vision and cloudy thoughts every time she had tried remembering anything from the Obsidian beach. She remembered little parts, but they were blunt memories. Misha would sigh and seat herself onto the black sand, curling her toes in it's soft texture. It was quite relaxing, mid day on the beach. She would slump down and lay against the sun warmed sand, watching the waves in the afternoon sun. She came in solitude, but honestly she needed company.