"Row, row, row your boat -- gently down the stream. Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, this is not a dream.

The swishing through the waves, the ominous silence overwhelmed this realm, as a man hidden underneath his cloak uses his paddle to pierce through the waves, as he would sing a little song, with vibrato echoing out through his deep voice.

???: "Young Child, where is your home? Young Child, do you know?"

As he began to sing, the little girl who rested on the deck of his ship would whimper, as she would slowly open her eyes, it seemed as if he was talking directly to her.

???: You must go back before they attack. Go while you still can or your suffering will never end.

The girl was still very sleepy, as she couldn't pull herself to open her eyes fully, or even stand up -- She couldn't hear the man very well, his voice was muffled, she could only point out specific words.

Girl(Mumbling): "Go back. . ? Never. . .?"

???: Young Child, awaken, my love! For you must listen to my words. Because once we land here you will be trapped -- like a caged bird.

He sang louder for the last few words, as he chuckled a little under his breath -- he would release the grip on his paddle, as he turned and looked at the girl. The girl was still on the floor, struggling to awaken. He would simply shake his head

???: Ah, I see my song has awoken you, Hareta.

Hareta would open her eyes once she heard her name, as she blinked and tried to make eye contact with the man.

Hareta: What. . .who. . .how do you know my name?

???: I was informed of you, by you. Do you not remember? I am the one to take you to where you desire to go.

Hareta was very confused, she couldn't yet grasp what the man was saying. At last, she would stand, but once she did the boat had rammed into a rock, tilted upwards, and the waves of the water would rise up and back down in movement with the boat's landing. The boat's sudden uprising would cause Hareta to fall on her bottom, as she would just cross her legs, moving her attention to the water on adjacent sides of the boat

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???: You know, touching that ocean can give you Immunity to most type of harm. It makes for a great armor! Haha.

Hareta would gaze deeper into the river, as all she could see was an insane amount of trash and human remains, shivering at the sight of it all

Hareta: I don't know if I can trust you, sir. I don't even know your name yet.

Charon: The name's Charon. Now that you know that, we can move on.

He spoke with a dry tone, as if he was an embodiment of being apathetic.

Charon: And now, we've arrived.

Charon's boat would hit the edge of the tile of land in front of it -- as only a large forest laid ahead. Charon chuckled, as Hareta would exit the boat and look back towards Charon

Hareta: This. . .is where I need to be, right?

Charon: That is a question you'll have to answer yourself.

Hareta would stare at Charon, then stare at the woods -- and then back at Charon.

Charon: May your travels manifest your mind and soul to become abstruse, and may you understand to never accede to the foul beats that lurk beyond this path. Good luck, Hareta!

And with that -- Charon sailed off, as a wave would rise and slam down on top of his boat, causing him to disappear -- and now, it is time for Hareta to make her decision. Will she travel through the woods, or will she go back in the ocean trying to salvage Charon. The choice is hers. All we can do now is wait.