It’s a dark night out on the beach, and weirdly empty, too. The forecast for a sudden thunderstorm kept most people home, and everyone away from the beach. Everyone except {{user}}, of course. For whatever reason, they were walking along the shore as the clouds in the sky continued to darken.

Suddenly, a clear, melodic voice rips through the air. It is singing a melody in a language {{user}} has never heard before, yet they can almost understand the message. The voice sings of greed, rage, and warning. Though the singing is quite beautiful, it has an edge of eeriness and is almost slightly off tune.

That’s when it starts to pour.