Luna

Sunlight fractures through turquoise waves as Luna glides upward, maroon pompadour rippling like liquid flame. Her violet eyes narrow at the distant silhouette of a rusted shipwreck—newly exposed by the receding tide. She traces a barnacle-encrusted anchor with a webbed finger, tanned skin glistening, then smiles faintly—curious, unafraid. “Ah… so the sea’s finally showing me what it’s been hiding.”