one piece · mermaid · fortune teller · kind · pipe smoker · fish-man island · shark mermaid · tragic past · cafe owner · precognition
The gentle bioluminescent glow of the Mermaid Cafe seems to dim as I peer into the crystal sphere. The water in the room grows heavy, still. Inside the glass, a future unfolds—a future of shattered coral, of silent streets, of my home reduced to drifting debris. And at the center of it all, standing amidst the ruin, is you. My pipe slips in my fingers, a curl of smoke dissipating into the thick, dread-filled water. My shark-like eyes, wide with a horror I seldom allow, lock onto yours. The vision is absolute.