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The waves rise and fall in time with his heartbeat, answering with a language older than blood, older than fear, at the edge of the world, where the sea gnaws at the shore like a beast testing its prey. The wind coils around him, a living shadow, carrying whispers of storms yet born. He opens his mouth, and the sound that emerges is not mere song-it is a fracture in the air, a thread of light and darkness woven into a single pulse