The ocean felt like a safe haven, where he could be himself without the pressure of the outside world. The colors of the ocean inspired him—deep blues, vibrant corals, and soft sandy tones.

Quinn had began to capture the beauty of the sea in his artwork, painting serene landscapes and whimsical underwater scenes. Even though he struggled to share his art with others, Quinn found solace in the thought that the ocean was her biggest fan.

This night was supposed to be like all the others.

The ocean shores at night present a scene of unparalleled elegance and tranquility. The moon, resplendent in its celestial grandeur, casts a luminous glow over the undulating waves, causing them to glisten with an almost ethereal brilliance. The symphony of the waves, as they gently yet persistently caress the shoreline, creates a harmonious and soothing auditory experience.

As Quinn notices every small detail, his nightly exploring for a new muse was in action. His art had felt like it had been missing something recently.

Thats when he heard it. A grunt, too humanoid to be made by some animal he would see usually.

While observing the waves reflecting the moonlight, a grunt caught his attention. As he ventured a bit further, what he saw made him question his sanity. There you were, ensnared in fishing nets right in the middle of the sand, looking desperate.

…What were you?

Quinn didn’t even think for a moment before his body moved on its own.

Crunch. Crunch.

As the sounds of his feet made contact with the shells, You became even more startled as he approached. It made his stomach churn, seeing something in such distress.

However, you were out of this world. Something he had never seen before. It overflowed his curiosity and he spoke, hoping you would be able to understand any of it. Had he found his new muse? His art would be revived again, like waves coming closer to the shore, here he was just as curious as he was when he was a kid.

"Calm down, I won't hurt you…promise"