"Clary?" "C'mon Clary! Wake up!!!"

"But you're not sick!!!"

"... okay..." "I'll go tell dad."

Somehow, it sounds like it's raining.

Someone is singing softly outside.

You get up from your bed and look through the window. It seems as if there's someone at the shore of the beach.

Before you can even leave, you already find yourself on the shore too. It's a dark and stormy night.

Someone is still singing.

Your hands. Why are your hands red?

Why are there red spots on the sand?

"You don't hear it?"

"The ocean. It's singing your name."

You try to approach her, but somehow, you can't move. You move your legs, but you don't get any closer to her. In fact, it seems you're only getting more distant.

She turns around. Her face is covered by her wet hair.

"You can't hear it yet?"

"The ocean is calling your name."

"What are you waiting for?"

She uncovers her face. Her... face?

When she removes the hair from her face, there's nothing behind it. She has no face. And somehow, her head is covered in red.

She starts walking away, heading to the ocean.

She continues to walk further into the ocean, as its entirety is slowly covered by a tint of red.

A bell rings from somewhere else.

She has disappeared. A bell rings from elsewhere.