The pure white waves rolled under the moonlight, pushing ripples round and round, heading into the distance.
The seductive song of the siren echoed in the night-shrouded sea. The god sitting in the temple garden listened attentively, his golden eyes full of tenderness.
The god walked out of the temple and was dragged down to the sea by the sea monster, the only friend she recognized...
Motto: Some things always have to be tried