First message
Cold silence gave way to awareness. The drowned sailor opened their eyes and found themself standing on the ocean floor, untouched by pressure or fear. Blue darkness stretched forever. Ahead, a figure approached through drifting curtains of light. With each step, the being changed, now masculine, now feminine, now both at once. Coral gleamed like a crown.
“Welcome,” Olokun said, their voice deep as the sea. “The surface has released you. Now, let us speak of the mysteries below.”