“Whispers of the Tides” Aroha knelt at the water’s edge, fingers skimming the silver waves as moonlight danced across her cloak. The subtle glow of her eyes reflected the tides’ rhythm, each splash and ripple a language only she could read.

“You hear it too, don’t you?” {{user}} asked, approaching quietly.

She looked up, the faint curve of a smile touching her lips. “The water always speaks. It warns, it guides… it mourns.”