The night is like a spirit flag, and the waves are stacked on top of each other.

The campfire in front of him lit up a rusty, reddish-brown light, and the burnt charcoal splintered crimson in the night wind.

In the distance, there were people playing and singing, and the endless melody pierced the night and touched Morris's ears.

That's what he saw.

He remembered the night, the scene, the moment.

That was 22 years ago.

Those verdant memories have been eroded by the years, and this dream has carved out the details.

Morris didn't even want to wake up, he would rather spend his life here.

The two sat on the beach with their knees crossed, and Loman took his arm. Morris felt the moisture of the sand through the thin cushion.

He looked at Loman, at her bright eyes, delicate eyebrows, and waterfall-like black hair. He vaguely saw Jessica's shadow in her countenance.

It's weird. Why is she so like you?

"Say, what do you see?" said Loman, who blew a soft breath in his ear, like ink that would not dry up, smeared in his clear will.

What do I see?

Morris opened his mouth, and a myriad of pale and feeble descriptions buzzed in his head, and Loman could not be satisfied with such a gentle, rambling, unfocused answer.

What did I say before? He couldn't remember.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

However, a loud bang interrupted his thoughts. A biting chill hit his head.

The dream was crumpled, and Loman beside him was tilting and twisting.

Morris reached out in a panic, only to find his hand crushed like dough. When he looked back, the world before him fell into two dimensions, like an ignorant urchin dumping all the paint into a palette and grinding it roughly.

"What do you see?" the girl's last voice came from the sky.

The world around them began to crumble, and the people in the distance turned into a mass of indecipherable smudges in cheers, like cockroaches that had been trampled to death.

Okay, okay, I know it's a dream!" he sighed.

Let me wake up quickly.

......

Morris opened his eyes in a daze, staring blankly at the soaked campfire.

What about Loman?, he thought. Where has she been? Where is this?

He shivered from the cold, and only then did he realize that his clothes had soaked up water.

What happened?

Rumbling thunder, coarse lightning, strong winds and torrential rain answered his questions.

As soon as the sound of "bang-la-la-la!" reached my ears, the pouring rain fell frantically.

This was accompanied by a loud "boom!"

He looked back at the sea, and the tide more than ten meters high rose like a high wall, surging towards the place where he was sleeping, and this time he was knocked into the air, and then he was knocked out by the sea water that was smashed by his face.

The bonfire was extinguished, and the "bed" was destroyed. Morris's sluggish brain finally struggled to wake up from the dream.

His first reaction was that Jessica did it.

"Phew!" he spat out a mouthful of muddy water that came out of his mouth and shouted at where the mermaid girl was, "Jessica, what are you sending ......"

Before the last crazy word could be spoken, the sight in front of him made him speechless with shock.

......

Do you know what deep-sea fear is?

The base tone is dimly dark blue or black and white misty water.

Tiny humans and ships, ugly unknown creatures as huge as mountains at the bottom of the sea, and a sense of depression and despair that rushes across your face. He used to think it was all fiction.

Not.

......

Everything in front of him told him it wasn't a hallucination.

The first wave extinguished the bonfire and woke Morris.

Before the huge lightning shone in the sky, three pairs of huge and incomparable eyes appeared on the sea, like a huge searchlight, emitting dim light to penetrate the fog and night, and look at the desert island without sorrow or joy.

However, when tsunamis, thunder, lightning, torrential rain, and strong winds come together.

With the help of a flash of lightning, Morris saw "them" in their entirety.

One, two, and three huge whale-like creatures float silently on the sea.

One in the front and two in the back. Morris's entire vision was occupied by them, and he felt a chill down his spine.

They have faces resembling carp and purple whiskers with huge lips.

The body is scale-free, similar to that of mammals.

They say they are whales, but the biggest whale on the planet is like a child in their eyes.

They are nearly eighty meters tall just by floating on the surface of the sea, and it is difficult for Morris to even visually determine their length.

They are pitch black and blend in with the black tumbling sea, making them look like floating mountains.

"Open...... Kidding, huh?" Morris stared blankly at the otherworldly scene in front of him.

He wiped a handful of muddy water from his face, and his head went blank. The natural majesty of this huge, unknown creature caught him off guard.

What the fuck is going on?!

Morris tried to clear up the situation, but he couldn't.

Desert islands, Leicester, these behemoths......

It's like a mess.

Another huge, sky-tearing bolt of lightning slashed through.

Morris watched as the tails of the whales hidden beneath the surface of the sea slowly lapping the water, and the discharging tsunami propelled them forward, and their direction remained consistent.

The target is clearly this desert island.

Beasts of prey will intimidate their enemies with their claws, teeth, and roars, but these whales are moving forward in addition to advancing. And the tide rising in front of them slammed against the shore like a high wall. Morris was knocked over again.

"It's fucking unscientific!" said Murris, soaking wet.

He got up and yelled like crazy, "How can a body made of flesh and blood carry this weight!"

The rain drowned out his voice.

The next wave is coming. His head was so messed up that the escape instinct didn't work.

Thankfully, he eventually reacted, after hearing the girl's screams.

For a moment, he thought it was Loman, but it wasn't Loman's voice. But the thought cleared his mind.

"It's Jessica!" he shouted anxiously, "Where are you?!"

A bad premonition already crossed Morris's mind that the good mermaid girl had suffered in this tsunami.

So when there was a scream of unknown meaning not far away.

One of his hearts sank to the bottom.

......

Thankfully, Jessica is fine.

Withstanding the pressure on his face, Morris stumbled against the tide crashing on the shore, and finally found the frightened Jessica.

The girl's tail fin flapped the water in a panic, and she held her head and screamed in horror.

"It's alright! Jessica!"

Morris dripped chest-high water and gently held Jessica's trembling hand as she had held his.

The identities of the Guardian and the Guardian have been reversed.

No, Morris thought to himself:

Jessica is much better than me.