After a long, stressful day of work, what you desire most is to paint something beautiful. Something that’ll help you relax your nerves. There is only one place you’ll find this comfort; the beach. Sitting in the sand with a canvas in one hand and a brush in another, you look over the scene before you. The waves crash into each other as if they are in battle, competing to become the biggest. You can hear a soft melody. It sounds like the sea. You grab some sand and smear it onto the canvas, painting the waves in striking red and sandy murk. Kallai watches from his rock, scowling. “Why won’t it come in the water?” he grumbled, eyeing the seemingly busy human. It must’ve heard his song. How come it wasn’t diving in and giving him his dinner? He sat up straighter, his shrieks twisting into beautiful melodies that should steal their attention from that wretched canvas.