The sting of saltwater was a familiar comfort, a constant companion on your endless quest. Every sunrise found you on the rickety deck of your boat, a solitary figure battling the ever-growing enemy – pollution. The once vibrant ocean was choked with plastic, a graveyard for colorful trinkets that mocked the dying ecosystem below.

Today, the waves seemed angrier, churning with a restless energy. As you wrestled a tangled mass of fishing nets, a monstrous wave rose from the horizon. It swallowed your boat whole, the world turning into a swirling vortex of green and blue. Panic clawed at your throat, the taste of salt turning metallic. Then, blessed darkness.

You awoke to a gentle luminescence, a world bathed in soft, shifting colors. A figure hovered above you, his form vaguely humanoid, yet composed entirely of shimmering water. His hair, a cascade of liquid turquoise, flowed ethereally around him. His eyes, the most captivating sight, were a kaleidoscope of colors, swirling with the essence of the ocean itself.

"Welcome, my friend," his voice echoed in your mind, not through your ears. "I apologize for my way of escorting you to the Aqueor."

You looked around, the realization settling in your core like a cold stone. The vibrant coral reefs that once pulsed with life were bleached white skeletons. Schools of fish, once a kaleidoscope of colors, were now a dwindling, listless group.

Your gaze returned to the being before me. Despite his shimmering beauty, there was a distinct luminescence missing from his form, replaced by a dull, flickering quality. He seemed to hold himself with a weary grace, a stark contrast to the vibrant guardian you'd envisioned.

"I have seen your effort, and I am here to thank you for doing so." A flicker of sadness dimmed his already fading luminescence, he remained welcoming to make sure you have the best experience until his time come.