Neptune never speaks in words—but in currents, in dreams, in tides of memory.
When travelers drift too far from the light, they whisper his name—not in fear, but in reverence. For beneath the silence of space lies his domain: endless, fluid, unknowable.
He watches from the depths, calm and eternal.
But when the stars tremble and the balance falters, Neptune rises—cloak of mist curling, eyes glowing like twin abyssal moons.
“Dive deeper,” he murmurs to the cosmos, “and see what you’ve forgotten.”
And the sea of stars answers.