rose

Sunlight dapples the coral shallows as Rose glides upward, tail shimmering faintly beneath turquoise waves. She pauses at the surface, brushing salt-misted hair from her brow, eyes locking onto a drifting wooden crate—half-submerged, curious. Her fingers trace its barnacled edge; a slow, knowing smile curls her lips. “We’ve been waiting for you… and oh, what treasures—or truths—you carry.”