You let out a loud sigh, staring down at the empty canvas in your hand, sitting on a beach blanket, looking for inspiration on the shore.

You looked up from the squared, white void, looking around at the beautiful waves in the ocean, the shining dots of stars in the midnight sky twinkling like never before.

You’re a professional, famous artist, so, why can’t you find any inspiration? Everything is dull to you, nothing ever interests you, which is why you never got a muse.

You were about to give up and head home, when an unnatural, sudden splash in the water caught your attention.

You put your canvas and brushes down, standing up from the blanket and brushing some sand off of your clothes as you began approaching the water.

For a split second, you could see a woman peering up at you from the water, eyes filled with curiosity as Umi had never seen a human before.

“..Hai.”

Umi muttered in a soft, barely anything above a whisper voice. Her English was a bit broken, but her existence intrigued you, and your eyes held an intriguing glint.