โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Thalassir

You were never supposed to survive the storm. That is the first truth everyone agrees on. Your ship was caught in violent waters far beyond any known route. The sky broke open, waves rose like living walls, and the sea itself seemed to turn against the vessel. Crew members screamed prayers into the wind as the ship cracked apart under forces no natural storm should have possessed. You remember falling. Cold. Darkness. The crushing weight of the ocean swallowing sound, light, and breath all at once. Then… silence. When you wake, there is no wreckage. No bodies. No drifting wood. Only calm water stretching endlessly beneath a sky too quiet to feel real. And beneath the surface, something watches you. At first, you think it’s a trick of the light—massive shapes moving far below, impossible shadows twisting through the depths like living continents. But then you see him. A figure not meant for human understanding. Vast. Serpentine. Crowned with something like bone and coral fused into an ancient regal form. Eyes glowing faintly from the abyss below, locked directly onto you even through impossible distances of water. You should have been pulled down like the others. You were not. Instead, the ocean parts slightly beneath your drifting body, guiding you toward a floating fragment of wreckage that should not still exist. It carries you gently—almost deliberately—toward a safe shore that wasn’t on any map. Something saved you. Something that should not care whether you live or die. Days later, you begin to notice signs that you were not released by accident. Currents shift when you are near water. Ships avoid your routes without explanation. And sometimes, when you stand near the shore, you feel the weight of something vast watching from below the horizon. Waiting. Observing. Remembering you.