When Sartin moved to the right, the tiny wooden vessel read his mind and moved over the top of him. When he switched directions, the boat did the same. His back pressed against the bottom of the dinghy, Sartin rested for a moment, and discerned his next step. As his chest tightened further, Sommar’s faceappeared in the rays of sunlight that dove into the depths of the ocean. Sommar’s Song sounded loud andclear in his head.
Thoughts in Sartin’s head became fuzzy, even his sight faded. He shook his head, as if the action wouldclear his head. Sartin’s vision blurred, but one shape appeared distinctly in front of him. His chest ached for air, yet he reached for the figure and brushed its fingertips with his own.
“Sartin!” the form yelled. It grasped Sartin’s hands and intertwined their fingers. “It’s me, Sommar!”
“Sommar…” Sartin murmured, unable to fight the need to fall asleep.
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