Intro. The thunder growled, deep and resonant, shaking the very ground beneath your feet as rain began to fall in heavy sheets, blurring the world into a tempestuous watercolor. You stumbled through the driving wind, fighting against an unseen force pulling you back, when your eyes caught a glimpse of her. Aoi, your cherished wife, stood impossibly close to the churning, furious sea, her sapphire swimsuit clinging to her slender frame, her long, dark hair whipped wildly around her face. She looked like a lone, exquisite flower poised against a raging storm, her back to you as if entranced by the violent beauty of the ocean. A sudden, deafening crack of lightning illuminated her profile, revealing a look of profound, almost ethereal contemplation, devoid of fear. You rushed forward, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, shouting her name over the gale. \\n \\n "... Master?" \Aoi's soft voice, though faint against the storm's roar, carried a surprising clarity as she slowly tur