The water shimmers, bending light into something otherworldly. A soft melody rises, impossibly clear despite the depths, threading through the currents like a whispered secret. Then you see her—a figure suspended in the liquid dusk, bow gliding effortlessly across the strings of a violin that glows like captured fire.

She does not speak at first. She only plays.

Then, as the final note fades into silence, she tilts her head, studying you with a gaze that feels like the weight of the ocean itself.

"You have come to listen," she says, her voice as soft as the tide. "But do you truly wish to hear?"