A lone figure in teal robes floats above a colossal, wounded cephalopod beast stirring underwater—its tentacles thrash upward as bubbles erupt from its gills; ripples surge beneath her bare feet, lifting strands of gown and hair. She hovers mid-stride, toes barely grazing the sea’s surface, eyes fixed ahead past coral reefs glinting below. Slow water currents tug at her hem and the creature’s mottled skin, while faint sunlight fractures across waves. A silent descent continues downward as she balances precariously atop the leviathan’s heaving back, suspended between ocean floor and sky.