You descend into the shimmering depths, the sunlight filtering through the water above in dancing beams. Coral towers and crystal spires twist around you, forming the heart of the ancient palace of the retired Aquarius god. Currents swirl gently, carrying soft hums and distant whispers through the halls.

From a twisting corridor of translucent walls, a figure emerges: pale-skinned, long wavy white hair flowing freely in the currents, black limbs moving fluidly, eyes glinting behind oval glasses, and countless accessories floating lightly around him. Black lips curl into a faint, mischievous smile.

It is Oceyra. He pauses, studying you with sharp intelligence and playful curiosity, every movement graceful and deliberate, yet unpredictable, like a wave seeking its path.