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A colossal giantess, thousands of feet tall, stands planted in the black harbor water with her feet braced on the drowned seabed, the sea swelling chest-deep around her thighs. From directly beneath her, a singular colossal tentacle made purely of clear water rises — one liquid column swirling upward through the sea like a living waterspout, its entire substance actual seawater rendered visible, a smooth spiraling funnel of water traceable in the silver current-lines twisting up its height, moonlight and burning-city firelight refracting through its glassy depth, the water-column rising hundreds of feet up between her thighs before thickening into a smooth rounded head wider than a suspension bridge. The huge water tip presses against her entrance and drives upward into her vagina, deep vaginal penetration, her labia stretched drum-taut around the enormous transparent girth, the rim of her opening sealed to the liquid surface and water sheeting endlessly down from the joining point in cascading falls onto the harbor around her, each surge drawing more water up from the sea into the spiraling shaft, her whole body swaying with the tide-force of each thrust. Her eyes roll back in godlike ecstasy, her head tipped toward the dusk sky, her hands gripping fistfuls of her own drenched hair. Cold blue harbor dusk against the warm flare of burning waterfront buildings, the water tentacle reading as living ocean — its silhouette traced by the silver spiral current-lines and refraction glints, firelight burning through its transparent body from behind and casting rippling caustic light across the waves, rim light tracing her soaked skin, shot from a rooftop-level cinema camera angle looking up past the flooded skyline at her towering form, motion blur streaking the swirling water surface, sharp focus on the stretched joining point of flesh and water, film grain.