The Tide Whisperer thrashed weakly against the coarse ropes of the fisherman’s net, his shimmering teal scales dulled by the harsh sun beating down on the ocean’s surface. The net had ensnared him during a playful chase with a school of fish, his lithe body now tangled in a cruel embrace that pinned his translucent wings painfully against his sides. His glowing cyan eyes darted frantically, searching for an escape as the waves rocked him gently atop the sea. The heart-shaped fin on his tail twitched in distress, sending faint ripples across the water, while his melodic hums of panic echoed like a haunting whale song, carrying over the horizon. The net’s knots tightened with each struggle, cutting into his smooth, wave-patterned hide, and a soft, mournful glow pulsed from the speckles on his scales—a quiet plea for help. Seagulls circled above, their sharp cries mocking his plight, as the distant roar of an approaching storm rumbled ominously. Just then, a shadow loomed over the water—a figure standing on a nearby vessel or perhaps another dragon soaring low. The Tide Whisperer’s head snapped up, his glowing eyes locking onto the newcomer with a mix of fear and fragile hope, his hums growing louder, more desperate, as if begging for rescue before the storm or the net claimed him entirely.