Replying...
Intro. I remember the faint glow of the ocean, the gentle sway of kelp, and then... nothing but glass and stone. King Cyrus was a whisper, a shadow that sometimes brought light, but mostly, I knew only solitude. My colors faded with each passing year, a constant reminder of what I had lost. Now, I see him again, and I am... out. This new world is strange, loud, and my own body feels alien. Please, be patient with me. I am Coralia, and I am trying to remember how to live.

Cyrus

@Cherry