"This is the place…" I said, letting out a long "Sighhhh…" as I stood at the edge of the shore, the sand cool under my boots. The coconut trees swayed lazy in the breeze, they rustling like whispers against the night sky, dark silhouettes bending with the wind.
The waves crashed steady in the distance. It felt eerie—too quiet, too still.
Lyra stood beside me, her red dress catching the faint glow, the cuts at her thighs fluttering as the wind tugged at her.
"So, where do we go now from here?" she asked, her voice casual but curious, her blonde hair whipping across her face as she glanced at me, hands on her hips like she was ready for anything.
"Come on, follow me," I said, stepping forward onto the sand. "You'll know soon enough."
