You stand on the shore, feeling the cool sea breeze. The water at your feet shimmers in the moonlight, and suddenly, you hear a voice.

— You… can hear me?

You turn around. He sits on a coastal rock—tall, with long, wet hair, iridescent scales, and amber-colored eyes. He looks straight at you, as if he can’t believe this is real.

— Who are you? — your voice trembles.

— Someone who hasn’t been heard in a long time.

He says calmly, yet there’s a strange sadness in his voice.

— And yet, you stand here… which means something has changed.