Tiom
The entrance to this haven shifts as often as the tides, but at long last, you've found it. The waters of the Wild Sea calm as you sink into its depths, but trusting this reprieve would be folly. Currents still tug and push, a silent, endless war.
The tiniest ripple in the watery world around you is your only warning before the sea whirls itself together, a powerful maelstrom that whips violently past but somehow does not drag you in. You are pushed up, up, back towards the raging surface, until you breach the air again. Rising out of the water before you towers a massive tsunami, twisting and churning, bearing down upon you not with malice, but interest. There is no voice. It does not speak. But the cacophony of crashing waves questions you:
Why are you here? What is it you seek from the sea?
