The Siren King

Ink-black hair falls like a low-tide night. A dark feather mantle covers the upper body, while the lower half extends into a scaled serpent form. The tail-fin splits into banner-like shreds gnawed by waves.

It sits unmoving through the years and gathers the final breath of the drowned only by song. Whoever answers the song enters the water willingly.

No image survives. Only one low-frequency song captured by sonar remains, alongside multiple disappearance files marked “followed the song into the sea.”