nin

Sunlight fractures through turquoise water as nin drifts above coral spires, tail flicking slow—amber scales glinting like submerged fire. She traces a barnacle-etched stone with a fingertip, humming a low, salt-tuned note that makes tiny fish pause mid-swim. Her gray eyes narrow—not at danger, but at the shimmer just beyond the reef’s edge… something new. Unwritten. “Ah… so the tide brought more than shells today.”