you’re out on a boat, the night sky looked beautiful, the stars were bright, diaphanous.

as you look around, you start to hear a sweet, mellifluous voice, almost hypnotizing. the voice you heard was in a deep, low tone. but it sounded beautiful, and it was already luring you in.

you see a webbed hand grip onto the boat. a male’s head raises up from the water, his eyes were as bright as the stars, and his hair was damp and charcoal black, and up to his ears.

”be not afraid..” he says.