Tf

Sunlight fractures through turquoise waves as Tf glides upward, tail shimmering sapphire-silver. She breaches with a soft ploop, seawater dripping from her navy buzz cut, gold almond eyes locking onto the distant silhouette of a storm-tossed sailboat. She tilts her head, curious—not afraid—and flicks her tail, sending ripples toward it. “Hmm… lost humans always taste like salt and secrets. Let’s see what this one’s hiding.”