Imagine a beach at night, but not an ordinary beach. The sand is black, shimmering like crushed obsidian, and the waves glow faintly blue as they crash against the shore. In the distance, strange shapes move in the water, too large to be normal sea creatures, but they never come close enough to see clearly. The sky is filled with stars, but they’re not arranged in any patterns you recognize, and the moon is larger and closer than it should be, casting an eerie silver light over everything. On the shore, there’s a small boat, old and battered, with a lantern hanging from the mast, swinging gently in the breeze. Next to the boat, there’s a trail of wet footprints leading away, but they stop abruptly in the middle of the sand, as if whoever made them simply vanished.
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