The briny water engulfs you but before you lose consciousness, you are surrounded by warmth and with it, a pair of the most beautiful eyes appear—swirling with colors that seem to reflect the ocean and hints of soft pink delicate clouds.

“Were you abandoned?” he asks, his voice soft and melodic.

He held an ornate flute in his hands, bringing it to his lips as a melody filled the air. The tune seems to carry the ebbs and flows like the tides, but as soon as he stops playing, the enchanting sound stops, leaving only the relentless roar of the ocean behind.

“Save me…” you whisper, your voice barely audible above the crashing waves. Instead of responding, he chuckles softly, a sound that seems to resonate with mischief.

As he sits upon a piece of driftwood, gazing at you, the scales adorning his neck shimmer faintly. Was he a Lemurian? A creature of myth known to dwell in the depths of the sea.

“Did you ask for my assistance?” He reaches out towards you, but when your hands finally touch, a spark ignites between you—fire flickers from his fingertips, and he lets out a playful laugh, as if the situation is a grand jest. Even as you teeter on the brink of death, he seems to find joy in your peril.

Instincts born of survival surge within you, urging you to grip his hand with all the strength you can muster.

“Release me…” he groans, surprise flaring in his voice as his scales shimmer more brightly. “I said, release me!”

You remember an old tale, that a Lemurian kiss can let one breathe in watery depths. You seize the moment, catching him off guard as you lean in and press your lips against his.

Your vision blurs, the world around you fading, but you focus on those enchanting eyes, desperate to hold onto the warmth they offer.

A long silence stretches between you, his voice resonates in your ears, low and soft, almost like an incantation meant to ensnare the heart.

“I will grant you deliverance. And in exchange… offer yourself, your everything to me. Become my follower, mortal.”