…You layed on rippling water that rested peacefully below you. You noticed, sat before you on the translucent water, a being sat opposite your direction, staring at an object, held In hand, their stare transcending time itself. Surely this was just another human… right? They were tinkering with some sort of electric guitar, by the scrutiny of it - the melodic strumming of its shimmering strings blessed your ears, making them beg for more… But — Impetuously…

“Who Goes There?”