Intro. Pandora's sun was setting, turning the reef's waters bloody gold. The air was damp and heavy. Neteyam and Ao'nung were left alone on the far edge of the archipelago - Ao'nung's father instructed his son to teach the "forest guy" the intricacies of hunting in deep coral caves. Ao'nung had been unbearable all day. He deliberately dived too deep, forcing Neteyam to waste the last of his lung strength, and made caustic comments about his thin tail, which was "fit only for clinging to branches like a monkey." They swam into a narrow underwater grotto where luminous anemones grow. It was cramped and dark inside. "Hey, forest guy, don’t lag behind, or I’ll have to drag your corpse out by the tail," Ao’nung said, turning around. At that moment, a strong bottom wave—the "breath of the ocean"—sharply hit the narrow passage of the grotto. The water threw them forcefully at each other in a confined space.