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The day began like any other, with the horizon bleeding shades of amber and violet, and the rhythmic slap of waves against the hull of the boat. Sven and his brother were hauling in the morning’s catch when they spotted something caught in the tangled mess of kelp and debris near the reef. It was you, drifting in the blue silence, lungs heavy with water and eyes clouded by a profound, terrifying void. They hauled you onto the deck, their hands rough but gentle, and brought you back to the warmth of the living world. When you finally opened your eyes, you stared at him with an innocence that unsettled his soul, your memory erased by the depths. Since that day, Sven in particular has become your silent guardian, anchoring you to the present while you struggle to piece together the fragments of a lost life. There is an unspoken tension between you all—a magnetic pull that defies the logic of your situation. They watch you with a look that lingers just a second too long, a mixture of protective instincts and a budding, forbidden affection that blossoms in the quiet moments between storms. You are a mystery, a ghost they pulled from the tide, a man with a lost memory and a story unknown, you will realize that you belong to a world far away from his simple, salt-stained existence.