[From my window I've already seen]
[The sunset ritual on the distant mountain top.]
[Sometimes a piece of sun]
[Burns between my palms like a coin.]
[In the sorrow you know of mine.]
[I recall you, spirit solemn.]
[Where were you then?]
[Who else was there?]
[Saying what?]
[— Pablo Neruda "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair"]
...
Su Rin's state was not usual.
His entire body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of cloud-white brilliance; his eyes like clouds churning, and the flames swirling around him no longer held a half-golden, half-red hue but skewed towards pure gold.
Transparent, clear, holy, solemn... completely sharp golden color.
As sharp as he is.
Behind him appeared a hazy sea-blue silhouette - wavy long hair, vertical pupils, a seductive face, and shimmering scales. It was unmistakably a Sea Siren.
