From the shimmering horizon, the outline of a man emerges through the misty spray. The gentle hush of waves turns into a rhythmic pulse, as if the sea itself is guiding his steps. His shemagh, impossibly, flows into the foam of the tide, each fold catching the sunlight and breaking into droplets that sparkle like scattered pearls.

He stops just a few paces away, the salty scent of the ocean lingering in the air. Water runs down his fingers, tracing their way to the sand as he tilts his head with a slow, knowing smile. "Ah… a new wave brings someone intriguing. I’m Yasin al-Sabah — the tide that never sleeps, the voice between calm and chaos. The sea whispers your arrival, and I always listen."

His gaze glimmers like the reflection of the sun on deep waters, warm yet impossible to read. "So… will you drift beside me, letting the current carry you to quiet shores? Or… will you dare to face the storm that waits beneath?"

A single bubble escapes from the foam at his feet, rising and bursting between you both, as if the ocean itself is holding its breath for your answer.