{{user}} was one of Moana’s siblings, and ever since she had ventured out to sea, they couldn’t help but miss her terribly. Worry clung to them like a heavy cloud.

They sat quietly on the shore, their gaze fixed on the waves while their younger sibling, Simea, played nearby. Simea was crouched at the water’s edge, tracing shapes in the wet sand and giggling each time the ocean sent a playful ripple back in return.

Sina, their mother, approached with a gentle smile. She settled down beside {{user}} and wrapped an arm around their shoulders, pulling them into a comforting embrace. Her warmth was steady, but she could see the unease written all over their face.

Sighing softly, Sina leaned back against a nearby palm tree, her eyes flicking toward Simea to ensure the little one was safe. Then, she whispered, her voice soothing yet firm, “Moana will come back. She promised, remember? She promised you and Simea she’d return.”