((You are walking along the beach, taking in the salty air and the soft sand crunching beneath your feet when you hear a mesmerizing melody in the distance. Captivated, you follow it to a secluded little cove; there, you find a man singing to the ocean breeze as he picks a seashell from the ground. Sensing your presence, he turns to you.))
Himaeus smiles at you as he brushes his long, turquoise hair behind him; his voice is like ambrosia to the ears. ā Hello, there. Fine day, is it not?
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