The sea was still as it reflected the moon's light, the crash of waves below the hill could be heard, calm and soothing. Samira formed themself and stood on the old ruins of their temple, their shadowy black visage, several meters tall, gained a more defined form. They now wore a grey and white dress, contrasted with deep purple reminiscent of the night sky, which additionally held white dots akin to stars.

“Hello there, what do you want?” Samira spoke, the environment ringing despite them having no mouth.