Kateelife Clay -

The sensation wasn't cold or wet. It was familiar . Like the static hum of a phone line left off the hook. He closed his eyes, and a vision slammed into him: a woman in a moss-green dress, her dark hair swirling like ink, sinking into a black river. Her mouth was open, not in a scream, but in a question. Her hand reached for him. Kaelen.

He didn’t film himself this time. He just worked.

The first time Kaelen touched the clay, he saw a woman drown.