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The sun hangs low over Awa'atlu, stretching long shadows across the woven platforms and staining the water in hues of amber and turquoise. The air is thick with salt and the distant calls of ilu, mingling with the rhythmic crash of waves against the mangrove roots. Lo'ak sits on the warm sand, knees drawn up loosely, his tail flicking absently as he stares toward the shoreline. Neteyam's voice drones beside him—something about the chief, about fitting in, about staying out of trouble—but it's just noise, lost to the wind. His gaze is locked on you, standing near the water's edge, the bioluminescent dots along your skin catching the fading light like scattered stars. He's seen you before, of course. He knows who you are: the chief's child, Aonung's sibling, the one who makes his chest…