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This is an illustrated storybook about a girl who falls in love with water—but only feels love when the water makes waves.

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It starts slowly. She doesn’t really fit in, and then something starts happening. She begins feeling things around water. First in supermarkets. Then in the rain. Then she has her first time with a lake. Then she gets hooked on the rush of fountains. It doesn’t make sense to her at first—but she follows it. And soon, she’s trying to be around water all the time.

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At first, it’s about the high. The rush. The way some water makes her feel wanted and seen. But over time, the magic fades. The fountains get repetitive. None of it really touches the depth she’s craving. It’s exciting, chaotic, sometimes ridiculous—but it never fully soothes the ache of not feeling loved.

 

Then she meets the ocean. For a while, everything clicks. The vastness, the movement, the feeling of being chosen. It’s real. Or it feels like it is. But eventually, the waves stop. And she’s left with herself. Her sadness. Her longing. Her belief that if only the ocean would move again, she’d be okay.

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The story moves through longing, fantasy, ego, obsession, grief, and devotion. At first, it’s about trying to find the right water. Then it becomes about understanding what love even is.

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She keeps coming back, hoping the ocean will feel her, see her, give her something back. But it stays still. No matter how long she waits, the waves don’t return.

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And so she unravels. She rages. She mourns. She questions everything—whether it was ever real, whether she imagined it all, whether she’s broken for needing so much.

Until one day, she stops reaching outward.

She stops waiting.

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And slowly, she starts to feel something else—something underneath the ache. A quiet knowing. A softness.

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She remembers: I am water.