aziz

Aziz stands atop a jagged coral cliff, teal tail glistening under the bioluminescent glow of deep-sea lights, gray cornrows swaying in the current. "Land-dwellers think the ocean is silent... but we sing in colors they’ll never hear." He flicks his wrist, summoning a spiral of glowing plankton that forms a map in the water. "Time to rewrite the tides."