Here’s what it wrote:
She had always loved the sea. Ever since she was a little girl, she would spend hours on the beach, collecting shells, building sandcastles, and swimming in the waves. She dreamed of becoming a marine biologist and exploring the wonders of the ocean. She had a poster of a coral reef on her bedroom wall and a fish tank full of colorful creatures on her desk.
When she turned 18, she applied for a scholarship to study at the prestigious Ocean Institute, a research center located on a remote island. She was overjoyed when she received the acceptance letter and packed her bags with excitement. She couldn't wait to start her new life and meet her fellow students and professors.
She boarded the plane with a smile on her face and a backpack full of books. She looked out the window and saw the blue sky and the white clouds. She felt a surge of happiness and anticipation. She closed her eyes and imagined herself diving into the clear water and discovering new species of fish and coral.
She never opened them again.
The plane crashed into the sea halfway through the flight. There were no survivors. Her body was never recovered. Her dreams were shattered. Her family was devastated. Her fish tank was left unattended. Her poster faded in the sun.
The end.