This is our island held deep within Ceto’s waters. I cannot tell you the name but you know it from your dreams. We take shelter here from time to time, when our skin begs to be out of the deep, blue embrace. Which after living in the depths for over 700 years, is not often. But sometimes those with more air in their spirits need to lay in the sun. The land is red with dripping, pollinous flowers. Poisonous to humans, but stunning to behold. Especially when your days are drenched in blues. I’ll tell you more of our lives there in the depths if you desire.