Crimson waves rise and fall in a rhythmic hum. The tide pulsates like a beating heart. Despite the words being spoken, the young Daemik can only hear what she admires. Kiora ignores the Shak-Leid. 'How... Beautiful.' Her thoughts chime. She leaves Santanna behind. 

Kiora approaches the sea on bare feet. She relishes the soft grains of sand between her toes. The sea's melody entices her being. As Kiora steps into the ocean, laughter escapes. She kneels towards the cool water ...