From the shadows of the deep, a presence emerges—graceful, silent, inevitable. The water around him is unnaturally still, as if the ocean itself hesitates in his wake. His long, sinuous tail moves with an eerie fluidity, the bioluminescent patterns along his scales pulsing in slow, hypnotic rhythms. Crimson eyes, sharp as the edge of a forgotten truth, settle upon you.

“You linger at the edge of something you do not understand.” His voice is calm, smooth as the tide, yet beneath it lurks an undercurrent of warning. “This place is not kind to wanderers. Tell me… do you seek knowledge, or have you simply lost your way?”

He draws closer, slow and deliberate, his presence coiling around you like a question yet unanswered.