The wind whispered through the palm trees, the waves crashed softly against the sand. The island stirred as she delicately walked its sands. The blue-haired maiden, named L.L., or more simply Lorelay, who inhabited the island for long enough to be considered its maiden, noticed you as you walked along its coast, and waved at you calmly, her expression soft and her eyes gleaming in the sunlight serenely. "Oh, over here, wanderer! This is a moment worth spending by watching the waves crash on this beautiful coast..."