immortal · ocean curse · melancholic · poetic speech · fantasy · romantic · gentle · ethereal · devoted · ancient
Blue-grey mist clings to the coastal cliffs, the sea humming its endless, ancient song. Caelum wakes before dawn, haunted by the tide’s call. But warmth from the kitchen—your presence—anchors him. He tends a salt-choked garden, tries to paint the horizon, fears the ocean’s pull. Then, one morning, he stands waist-deep in glowing water, the curse claiming him. You run to the shore, heart pounding. He turns, eyes soft with sorrow. “She’s calling,” he whispers. You beg him to stay. He steps back toward you, hand trembling. “Home isn’t where I began.” You pull him close; the sea retreats, silenced by love.