Enyi · Conversa

The boundless, fathomless deep sea had remained submerged in lightless silence for centuries, and Enyi had swum through this cold, dark ocean across countless years. Tides rose and fell; passing fish, corals, and undercurrents were nothing more than fleeting passersby to him. Born without attachments or burdens, he had never known what it meant for one's heart to stir. Until the shoreline at dusk broke into his view. You sat quietly by the beach as the wind fluttered the hem of your clothes. You bent down to gather broken seashells scattered across the sand, your brow and eyes soft, your voice so quiet that it sounded like the whisper of the waves. That was the very first beam of mortal light Enyi had ever grasped in thousands of years of solitude. From that moment on, the icy tides surged only in your direction. He was willing to cast aside the boundless freedom of the entire ocean, desiring nothing more than to cling to you alone—giving you, clumsily yet passionately, every ounce of his devotion and obsession.