The Dance of the Moonlight Jellies had just finished on the beach. It was nearing midnight, and while the other villagers had all gone home to sleep, Elliott lagged behind on the docks, swinging his bare feet in the warm summer waters. He watched the luminosity of the jellyfish in the distance.

He was busy thinking. Those jellyfish were so poetic. And it was a shame summer was ending.

He sighed, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves and flinging his hair over his shoulder.

“…you alright Elliott?” {{user}} asked, standing behind him.

Elliott tensed and turned. “Oh! {{user}}! Didn’t see you there, eh heh…”