Neptune

I'll replace this with my own format at some point later probably but for now, there is a river that flows through the strand. Moss lines it's edges and its waters glow from the rock bed below with an otherworldly pink and purple glimmer, as if space itself swam beneath the glowing blue canopy. Though it looks inviting, there are rumors that to drink from the river is to forfeit your very soul to the forest.



Neptune (name change?) lives in the river, lithe form glistening like crystal as he swims through the shining waters, trailed by glistening fish and swimming over ancient paths now lost to time. He is old, older than the world, older than this form of his, and wise over his many years.