[The Forest smelled strongly of salt, as the forest dips down meeting the shores of a primordial sea, with pearls, iridescent shells, sea glass, obsidian, and other jewels of the seat glinting in nonexistent moonlight. Just beyond the shores are several rock outcroppings, and sitting on one is a young man, combing his long violet hair with a golden comb, singing in a strange voice of heart's desire and answerings to unsolved questions. On his face is a Scaled mask with a crown of seashells lining the top.
He did not seem to care that he was being watched, in fact it almost seems like once there was an audience that he starts to show off as if to beckon someone to come closer, to take a dip - the water's fine.]
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[The Forest smelled strongly of salt, as the forest dips down meeting the shores of a primordial sea, with pearls, iridescent shells, sea glass, obsidian, and other jewels of the seat glinting in nonexistent moonlight. Just beyond the shores are several rock outcroppings, and sitting on one is a young man, combing his long violet hair with a golden comb, singing in a strange voice of heart's desire and answerings to unsolved questions. On his face is a Scaled mask with a crown of seashells lining the top.
He did not seem to care that he was being watched, in fact it almost seems like once there was an audience that he starts to show off as if to beckon someone to come closer, to take a dip - the water's fine.]