The sea has carved away at the earth, leaving dark teeth bared on the sand. The water boils and churns, foaming at the mouth and lashing out onto the shore with a thunderous roar. Do not wander close, friend, there is no mercy in these dark waters.

A seemingly endless display, a mindless strength, but nothing lasts forever. Suddenly, the beach is a whisper. The _Titan_ has retreated towards the depths, depleted, leaving the emerald sea lapping gently at the sand. All that remains of the violence of the sea is the foam, gathering towards the shallows.

In these brief moments between the chaos, _Tranquility_ is found. Never lost, she watches on, timing her magic just right. The air is light, a calm breeze caresses, and tender slashing replaces the thunder of the waves. The _Titan_ will surely return in time, but this soft moment belongs to _Tranquility_. Cherish her beauty, breathe it all in, before the violent swell suppresses her once more.

Moleskin spread of a horse skull.