Hues of silvery blues and whites took over his world, but the sun was never seen in the pale grey sky, except for a few white wispy clouds that glided ever so slowly across the sky above him. That was the first sight he had seen when he first opened his eyes, that is when he looked down and around him, there was much more.

He found his bare blue feet standing on the silver soft sand that didn't seem to be burning his skin, and neither did the silver-blue water that rose and gently washed his ankles. He raised his eyes to look around him to see the sandy ground littered with blue opal-shaped seashells from various shapes. Darting his eyes from the sand to the towering lazuli cliffs behind him he couldn't find the word to describe what he saw, beautiful wasn't enough.

The sound of the calm waves that ascended and descended the sandy slope felt unreal to his ears, his mind tried to process where he was and how he ended up in such a place. He vaguely remembered passing out from the intense pain under the night sky and on the dry red land, now here he was standing barefooted on the ground made of the material that was supposed to melt his flesh away.

Not only that, but he also noticed that he wasn't in his shirt and boots, but rather in a white long sleeves gown that extended to his ankles. His hair wasn't held in a bun anymore; it was flowing freely by the soft cool breeze. A thought came to his mind that summoned his fear at once. Am I dead? His heart slowly hardened.

This can't be... He began to panic, and he spun around, looking for answers.

But the land was empty, and there weren't people or living beings in sight. That did not only worry him but left his mind in confusion as well. If he was dead, then he should be seeing The Fathers stand tall before him, ready to judge him on whether he deserves to be with them in the highest realm or descend to the deepest realms and join the sinners. 

But The Fathers weren't there.

"Where am I?"

As if on cue, the waves have washed away from the coastline to join what seemed to be a whirlpool that had just begun to spin in the sea. This whirlpool slowly rose to form into something different.

At first, he thought it would turn into an oceanic storm before him. Instead, the rising and spinning salty water stretched into a watery stairway that extended and landed on the edge of the tall lazuli cliffs.

Staring at the stairs that were just built, he got surprised at the sudden creation of a path, he looked around again and at sea in the distance to see if anyone was coming, but no one came. He approached it with caution and curiosity, remembering that he asked the question to himself he thought maybe this path was created for him to cross, but what will be there on the cliffs he didn't know.

He slowly set one foot on one step of the watery stairs, and it didn't liquefy at his touch but remained solid. And so he began to climb the stairs towards the towering blue stones of lazuli, and as he ascended, the steps behind him began to turn back into their liquidy states and joined the ocean yet again.

When he finally reached the solid blue land, the stairs were now gone, there was no going back now.

Because what stood ahead of him was a recognisable figure from multiple myths and tales that he was told in his lifetime, a figure that mustn't be ignored nor disobeyed once they have an encounter with him.

There, stood a Sea Meanian that had his hair literally flowing like an actual ocean on his head, reaching all the way to the floor and creating white sea foam at the end. Not wetting his multi-layered blue robes with long wide sleeves where he hid his arms within. His moustache and beard were in the same state as the ocean; only they were flowing towards his knees, creating the white sea foam as well.

Upon looking at the man's deep oceanic eyes, a shiver ran down his spine at the sight of his kin's ancestor for the first time.

"F-Father Osyen?" He called in a whisper.

"I assume your heart is troubled and your mind is struggling for a solution, am I correct, Onel?" His voice was slightly deep and wise.

"I... I... " His heart was racing. "Am I dead, Father?" Tears were slowly building up in his eyes.

"If you were dead, I would've been with my fellow brothers standing before you to decide your afterlife, but I am the only one here," he answered him.

"Then... Where am I? What is this place? And why am I here?"

"You are in the Silver Beach that never harms your flesh, which is my origin place. And you are here because your heart has been calling me in desperation." Father Osyen parted his sleeves to reveal his bare palms.

"But... B-But I'm nothing but a fool and a coward a-and a selfish man! I'm not worthy of being here after what I've done to my sons!" His throat thickened, and his tears had fallen.

"But you are here, If you weren't worthy then you would have never come here to meet me, but you are here, and you were brought here for a reason." Father Osyen brought his palm into a slow slicing motion in the air, causing the waters to appear and surround him and Onel. Now they were inside a watery tornado.

And just as the waters slowed their spinning, clear animating images rippled into existence on the surface around them. Firstly showing a Sea Meanian child in fear and sorrow and pain as he was getting beaten by Dark Meanians, to images of an adult Sea Meanian arguing with a Terror Meanian about his role as a failed father. Onel then realised what he was seeing around him.

Father Osyen was circling Onel's memories around them to watch. That is where Onel's tears have rained even more.