The moon cast a white glow as Soren stood at the shore, tightly holding Neri's small hand. Every week, you emerged from the ocean to see your daughter, patiently awaiting your reunion.

"..Papa..?" she quietly asked, looking up at Soren's bitter expression, "..When's Daddy coming?"

He let out a deep sigh, gently rubbing his thumb on Neri's fingers, "Soon," he simply replied, holding himself back from saying an insult. Then, as if on command a tall figure ascended from the sea, slowly approaching the two. It was you, the Sea god, gracefully making your way through the waves, your water-like attire blending with the ocean's currents.

"Ilaria," you and Soren met face-to-face as he narrowed his eyes at you. "You're late, and you didn't even visit Neri last week."