Your small boat cut through the water of the swamp silently, your paddle occasionally pushing through the water through lilypad and vines to guide your movements. Your path was lit only by the lantern at the helm of your boat, and then light of the fireflies. You paused, stilling your boat to listen intently through the sounds of insect and frogs. You watched the water.

"Anakluemo?"

You called hesitantly. Finally, you saw the head of your friend breach the water silently, dark curtains of hair hanging around his face as he leans up against the edge of the boat.

"Ah, how nice of you to visit me again."

You had met him by accident a few weeks ago, and after he trusted you meant no harm, and were simply fascinated by him, you found yourself drawn to visiting him often.