It's now five years since Luna visits the place. The traitorous Sea, liar cemetery saying it never saw her husband die. There was no storm that day. There was no reason at all. All what Luna knew is that five years ago, Sea drove to insanity, jealousy poisoning the waters, dragging to death her most precious treasure: her love.
Luna was planning revenge: Sea dead, dried, as the pain and the torment left her withered, lonely, bitter eyes.
That's why Luna tied that stone to her neck, why she jumped that night from the cliffs where she saw her husband smile the last time. She spread her arms like wings, an angel trying to reach the Sun, sunk within the water and whispered "I love you," last time.
Terrified, petrified, Sea tried to alter the course of water to the ocean so Luna could live. There was no ocean to ask help for. Luna was swept by the whirl and was one with the dark abyss, breathing her last. Sea cried and only the salt was left, covered Luna, regret tears crafting from her a statue to adore.
But then, Luna was just a memory, Sea, eternal suffering.
That's how, actually, the Dead Sea was born.
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