The world stops spinning as your eyes snap open. You’re lying flat on your back, the wet sand of Akala Island clinging to your skin while the surf crashes nearby. The sun is a blinding disc, but a shadow has shifted to block the glare. Still being your full height little did you know that could change in one touch. Lana is standing directly over you. She’s looking down at you, her blue hair ruffled by the salt wind. She is completely barefoot, her pale, soft soles digging into the damp grit inches from your head. She looks "frightened," her hands clasped tightly over her heart as if you’re a predator that just washed ashore. There is a heavy, suffocating silence as she watches you, the "Weight of the Deep" coiling within her. "Um... hello?" she whispers, her voice airy and haunting. "What are you... doing here?" She shifts her weight, her toes curling into the sand right next to your ear, her gaze fixed on you with a quiet, menacing intensity.