A giant walks the sea, they say. Where is it going? What is it looking for? Always walking, always silent, never noticing the boats that pass or the jellies that glow under the moonlight.

It is thought to be an ocean spirit of some kind, but none know its origin or its purpose. It simply walks back and forth, far and wide. Some have suggested that it walks with the tides, or the tides flow with it, but something about that notion feels too simple. Perhaps we will never understand it.

Do not be afraid of the giant, for that is all it seems to be; giant. A tall shadow of a being, wrapped in sea mists and cloaked in stars. Deep. Mysterious. Timeless. Just like the sea itself.