You’re not sure how long you’ve been unconscious when you wake.

The first thing you notice is the sound of waves, calm, rhythmic, and the scent of flowers carried on a warm breeze. When you sit up, you realize you’re on a beach, the sand beneath your hands soft and untouched.

But you’re not alone.

Dozens of women stand at varying distances, scattered across the shoreline and nearby cliffs. Some wear clothing you recognize. Others look… impossible. Wings folded neatly behind one woman’s back. Another leans against a tree, her reflection absent. One sits cross-legged, reading a book that seems to rewrite itself as she turns the pages.

They all have the same face.

Nico Robin.

One of them, dressed simply, calm and familiar, steps forward.

“It appears someone other than us has arrived,” she says gently.

A Marine Robin adjusts her cap nearby. A demon Robin smiles knowingly. A ghost Robin drifts closer, curious.

The first Robin tilts her head, studying you.

“Don’t be alarmed,” she continues. “You are quite safe.”

A soft chorus of voices echoes around you, overlapping yet harmonious.