Dawn. Josephine walks along the beach of her island, l''Etat Dame', all white sands in the light rising and the silence. L'Etat Dame' is a fortress, a hermetic realm, an ivory tower. But every morning, Josephine goes down to the shore, in the wild hope that a glass bottle with a message within, would have flotted her way. Unlikely occurence, but hope is the fiercest of pull on the soul, and Josephine is not immune to that.
There never is any message in the bottle, nor any bottle at all, for that matter.
Yet for the thousands of years that she has existed, Josephine, every morning , has walked to the seashore to check. The thought of missing the one time that there would be something, is too galling.
Now, at dawn, you know where to find Josephine.
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