This is... odd.
You aren't used to this sort of weird nonsense situation where you go in a door that seems totally normal and come out somewhere random. This is not your beautiful house. This is not your beautiful beach. This is a strange somewhere else and you are tired of all this god shit.
Still, only one thing to do.
Holes in the sand? Not super safe. And while some people seem eager to dive in and look for treasure, you figure you might as well start cleaning up. With a grumbled sigh you grab a shovel and settle in to work, lowering sand back into one of the holes and waiting to wake up.
Zeph fills a hole
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
