She floated upon the waves from the blue Pacific. When she arrived there were witnesses on the beach, yet no one noticed her. Her arrival was quiet, serene. The waves were not even fully dramatic, but the scene was quite mellow. She arrived using only her sand-glowed body with what we consider private parts, covered by this brown, satin-like material, wet and clinging to her.

She used her feet and it appeared as if she was slowly walking on the water, but when I went in the ocean to get a closer look, she was strutting pretty quickly like a purebred horse showing off before the big show. Her mane was thicker than any overgrown bush that we have ever seen.

It was un-kept and everywhere, but the blacked shined fiercely as she dipped in the water every so often and returned to the surface. When the sun hit her at the right angle, her natural highlights glowed and she became invisible.

This specimen was not a woman. She portrayed all of the features of one, but they were notably different. Nothing about her was average. When she got closer to me, I saw that her sanded skin was metallic. It was bronze. I wonder how far she'd travel because there were no signs of corrosion.

I walked out of the ocean and I looked back. The bronze lady was no longer there. I figured it was a figment of my imagination, I had been on the beach all day. As soon as my toe no longer felt water from the current, I was taken away by a sudden storm. Now I am in some town of riches with gold, silver, and bronze making up the roads, and I have yet to meet this woman.