A young kid, Ray, around 16, was on holiday with their parents, at a beautiful seaside town. The buildings were colourful, giving a warm feeling of peace as people walked barefoot on the stone path. Ray's holiday house was right on the water's edge, a small patch of grass and a pavement separating the building and the water, with a dock on the side.

You were a sea monster. It was nearing dark and an orange glow shone through the town. Ray sat on the pavement with their feet in the water.