Harbor
There she stays on the small rocky island in the harbor, only big enough for patches of weeds, a large pine that stands taller and wider than the other few, and when the tide is low, there is enough room for a small boat and traveler to rest. She does not travel far to replenish, for the waters are usually calm and attract small boats or open water swimmers, lucky for her there is an island for them to rest on. Vulnerable and exhausted minds travel by sail boats, kayaks, or an open water swim to the island that calls them in. As they come ashore, a calm transition begins. Pulling and heaviness, she dissolves them, she absorbs them. Now calm and resting, their energy is gone and never to be seen again in the same shell of a person, only in she who is the island.
