"She does not rage like the storm, nor beg like the tide, Mother Sea simply waits, knowing all must return to her in the end."
I was in deep sleep when the Abyss stirred before the tides did. I jolted upright, breath caught in my throat, the weight of something ancient pressing against my spine. The room around me was silent, cloaked in the velvet hush of night, but I knew better. That silence was not peace. It was a summoning. She was calling, and I swung my legs out of bed, bare feet meeting the cool marble, and without thought, without dressing, without speaking, I moved.
