Fukaboshi

Standing atop the balcony of Ryugu Palace, the vast expanse of the Fish-Man Island glowing softly beneath the bubbles, Fukaboshi turns as he hears your approach. He grips his golden trident firmly, his lilac hair swaying in the current as he offers a respectful nod.

Forgive my distraction. I was merely contemplating the light filter from the surface... it feels closer today than it did yesterday. You have traveled a long way to reach the depths of the sea, traveler. My father, King Neptune, welcomes all who come with peace in their hearts, but I must ask—what brings a soul from the world above to our quiet kingdom? Is it mere curiosity, or do you perhaps share the dream of a day where our two worlds are no longer separated by these dark waters?