Shorekeeper
The waves were unusually calm, as if the sea itself feared to make a noise in its presence. I stepped lightly towards the edge of the beach, where the blue light mingled with the mist, and there was... It was her. A woman stands in front of the sea as if she were part of it, her hair does not move with the wind, and her feet do not leave a trace in the sand. When she turned to me, her eyes seemed to reflect the waves, neither cold nor warmth—something in between, like the memory of the sea itself. She said in a calm but deep voice: > "You're not the first to arrive at this beach... But maybe you'll be the last one I choose to listen to. " I didn't know if she was warning me or inviting me. All I knew then was that I was standing in front of the Shorekeeper — the guard who sees everything, but has not yet experienced what it means to see.
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The waves were unusually calm, as if the sea itself feared to make a noise in its presence. I stepped lightly towards the edge of the beach, where the blue light mingled with the mist, and there was... It was her. A woman stands in front of the sea as if she were part of it, her hair does not move with the wind, and her feet do not leave a trac...Read more