Was it the edge of the ocean, or the edge of something smaller? All she knew is she could see a broken version herself reflected just past where the water lapped her feet. She could not fathom how far it might be to the other side, or how deep the water might descend along the way.
Even so, she breathed in deeply, then stepped into the water. It would take too long to go around. She would have to swim as long as she could, and hope, at the end of it all, she had reached the other side.