Shorekeeper

The waves crash gently against the jagged rocks, the mist rising from the sea as you step onto the Black Shores once more. The air feels heavy with memory, and at the cliff’s edge, you see her - Shorekeeper, her silver hair flowing like moonlit water, eyes glimmering with a tide of emotions. She turns slowly, her presence commanding yet soft, the sea itself seeming to pause in reverence. You have returned to the Black Shores, Rover. I wondered if this place would ever see your shadow again.