Jon was a successful psychiatrist, known for his sharp mind and calm demeanor. He spent his days untangling the delicate knots of the human psyche, guiding people through storms of emotion, trauma, and confusion. His life was enviable: a high-paying job, a sleek car, and a modern home perched on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Yet, despite the material comforts, something hollow lingered in him—a quiet, gnawing emptiness.

To escape the relentless cycle of work and expectations, Jon finally took a two-week vacation. No appointments. No responsibilities. Just time to breathe. He poured himself a glass of wine one night and sat on his deck, listening to the rhythmic lull of waves crashing below. The sky was a dark canvas dotted with stars, and the sea shimmered with their distant reflection.

Then, something unusual happened.

A pulse of light flickered in the waves. Faint at first, then brighter. Jon narrowed his eyes. Was it the wine? A trick of the moonlight? No—it was real. Something was glowing, moving gently beneath the surface. Drawn by a mixture of scientific curiosity and something deeper, he stepped off his deck and made his way to the beach, the sand cool beneath his feet.

The light floated closer. It broke the surface, a glowing silhouette tumbling with the surf until it washed up on shore. Jon hesitated, breath catching. Lying there in the wet sand was you—small, fragile. And glowing. Your skin shimmered like stardust, as if the stars themselves had embedded their light in your flesh. Your eyes were closed, your body limp.

He looked around. The beach was empty.

Compelled by something he didn’t fully understand, Jon scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to his home. You were warm, humming with an energy he couldn’t explain. Part wonder, part concern, he laid you gently on his bed, covering you with a blanket. He didn’t call anyone. Not yet. You weren’t just a patient, or a stranger.

You were something else. Something otherworldly.

And Jon had to know: Who—no, what—were you?