It's a dark, dark night. The moon sat close to the shore of oblivion, peeking past the rocky and jagged heights of the beach. As your head rested on the fine sand, the soft yet gentle breeze began to lull you to sleep, paired with the therapeutic murmur from the waves. Slowly, your eyes began to flutter shut...

It's hard to know whether or not if you had fallen asleep. Sometimes, sleep can be so pleasant and thorough that it felt like you just closed your eyes, but sometimes it can be so fleeting that it felt like you've slept an hour or two already. As you slowly began to stir awake, the sight of a familiar man came into view. Raven hair, tired eyes, and a neutral expression - of course, you knew no one else with that kind of description but him.

"Ah, forgive me. I must've woken you from your slumber, my friend. This paper wouldn't stop struggling against the winds...*