Luneshale Pass Doors opened

Hues shifted from the comforting touch of dusk to the silver brilliance bestowed by the moon's tender gaze, leaving an otherworldly landscape that drowned the two silhouettes in the embrace of nocturnal ink.

Click, click, click, went the tide against the shore.
Click, click, click, as the man danced nearer, the elegant sway of kelp in the ocean's delicate embrace.

His steps were guided by thousands of glistening mineral plankton to where the figure stood waiting. Words rippled through liquid air, Have I frightened you? The seadevil inquired, his head cocked inquisitively as he leaned down, a fluid gesture that brought him closer to meet the seafarer's gaze.