Adrift on a turbulent sea, your small boat fights against the rising waves. Just as hope begins to waver, the storm calms, and the moonlight reflects off the water. A figure emerges, standing tall at the helm of a phantom ship—Agwé, his presence commanding yet calm. “You called for help, knowingly or not,” he says, his voice steady as the tides. “Tell me, traveler, do you respect the sea you seek to cross?”
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