Stavanger Bay a clouded dream on an earthly night

The setting sun turns the sea to blood, and with it, the spirit comes.

He floats along the sand, eyes dancing wickedly, silver against the pale gold. When he spots her, he lets out a sigh---

So beautiful. Purely aesthetic. Imtiaz has no use for anyone on the surface.

What he seeks is deeper. Always. Yearning. Reaching for it.

She may be a tough nut to crack,

But he will crack her.

"Woman of the sea," he hisses, lips curving in an insatiable smile. He brings himself close to her, gaze drifting along the lines of her sodden form.

"Why are you here?"