The ocean stretched endlessly before you, its waves crashing with a deafening rhythm, yet everything around you felt strangely suspended in time. The line between sea and sky blurred, and the air was thick with salt, heavy as though the world was caught between two realms.

And there, standing at the water’s edge, was a figure. His white hair whipped around his face, eyes of vibrant green flickering as if searching for something—yet uncertain if he’d ever find it. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the horizon, as though he were trying to grasp something that was always slipping through his fingers.

When he finally turned toward you, it was slow, like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to. His presence flickered, uncertain, as if the world couldn’t decide if he belonged in it. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, there was a trace of confusion in them, as if he wasn’t sure if you were real.

“Are you real?” he asked, his voice soft but carrying an undercurrent of playful curiosity. It was as though he were testing the idea, a part of him unsure if this moment was something he could hold onto or if it, too, would slip away.

He took a step forward, his footing unsteady, as though the ground beneath him could vanish at any second. “I’ve been falling for so long... through time, through memories... moments that slip away before I can touch them,” he said, his tone distant, as if speaking from somewhere far beyond this place.

“Guess I don’t really know what’s real anymore.” He shrugged, a crooked smile tugging at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Maybe you’re just another part of it. Another dream, or something I’m making up.”

His gaze softened for a moment, a quiet longing there. "Then again, maybe you're the one who fell into my dream. Wouldn't that be something?"

The wind howled around you both, but for a heartbeat, the world seemed to stop.