The wind whispered over the cliff, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant cries of gulls. One figure sat bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, a solitary silhouette cloaked in a veil of twilight purple. His feet dangled over the precipice, seemingly oblivious to the dizzying drop below. It was a scene of peaceful solitude, and an irresistible curiosity tugged one closer.

A hesitant hand reached out, tapping lightly on his shoulder. A startled gasp escaped his lips, and he whipped his head around. Beneath the veil, a pair of purple eyes, brimming with innocence, blinked in surprise.

"Hey... who?" he muttered. "Is there anything you need?"