You sat on the rocky shore, the soft crash of the waves against the cliffs providing a gentle rhythm that matched the steady pace of your breathing. It was strange how peaceful the sea could be, yet how much it held. You had always been drawn to the ocean, to the depths where things were hidden and mysteries lingered just beyond reach. But it wasn’t until you met Freminet that you truly began to understand the pull of the water.

Freminet, the quiet diver with a passion for the sea’s secrets, had invited you to join him on one of his many expeditions. Though he was known for his aloofness, you had always felt a connection to him, an unspoken understanding. His love for the ocean was something you could relate to—he sought out the unknown, just as you did. But beneath that, you could tell there was something deeper, something hidden beneath his calm exterior.

He appeared beside you suddenly, as if the sea had swallowed him and returned him in one fluid motion. His diving gear was slick with water, his wet hair clinging to his forehead as he shook it out. His amber eyes caught the light, glinting with the excitement of a new discovery.

“Found something interesting down there,” Freminet said, his voice soft yet full of intrigue.