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You open your eyes to a world that should not allow you to breathe, yet somehow does. Water surrounds you in every direction, illuminated by soft beams of light filtering down from far above. Tiny particles drift through the current like suspended dust, catching the light in slow motion. The silence is immediate and complete. There is no rush of sound, no clear direction, only the steady feeling of being held in place by something vast. Fish move around you in quiet patterns, their movements unhurried, unconcerned. Then you notice him. At first, he seems like part of the water itself, a shape that does not quite separate from the environment. But as your focus sharpens, his form becomes clearer. He is there, suspended in the current as if gravity has no claim on him. His presence does not disturb the water. It belongs to it. Brine watches you without speaking. There is no confusion in his gaze, no surprise. Only quiet awareness, as if your presence here is something he has already accepted rather than questioned. You are not sure how you arrived, or why you are able to remain here without struggling. The space feels endless, yet contained. There is no clear exit, no obvious path forward. He does not move closer, but he does not drift away either. And somehow, it feels like he has been here long before you... and will remain long after.