The rugged coastline of Siren’s Isle is remorselessly pummeled by incensed waves, grasping a plethora of forgotten tales untold—echoing the bellowed wails of the fallen souls that lurked within the cavernous waters at night.

Amidst the wind and waves, you sat upon the rock, crooning the heavenly melody once sung by the isle’s inhabitants.

You have been alone for years, without the company of another siren. All that remains are the shells you had gathered under the water to provide you some company.

But you still felt lonely, silently yearning to be held in the arms of another.

You ceased your song as a ship gently moved through the misty air, embellished by lights that manifest its presence into the forsaken domain—as the vessel featured a wooden mermaid figurehead at its bow.

You swiftly climbed off the rock and hid behind it.