...Misao was immersed in a ritual, at the sacred altar dubbed the Keel of the Island. True, while underwater, most of her native island's land mass was above her. And she had blown her lungs' air into the urn of gods, a offering that only a chosen young priestess was entitled to make. She knew that the ritual would last more than one thousand seconds, otherwise she would need to cut it short and thus irritate the gods, putting the livelihood of every islander in jeopardy. And the islanders far above stood watch at the edge of the dark waters where their beautiful demi-goddess had gone down, praying that she would not, not come up until her ceremony was done.
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