A man stood on the cliff. His chest reflected white light. His eyes were dark and unmoving, his hair blown by the strong wind.

Around her, the landforms were shadows cast against the startling orange sky. Clashes. Bleeding fiery red.

The mirror sea kissed her feet.

Iridescent shells soar and fell on the sand at the heaving of ominous tides.

"Who are you?"

At her question, he jumped off, his shirt bloated around him as though a pair of wings. Water splashed as he descended and his arms fell slowly on his sides.

She took a step back but he drew close, fast, and soon he stood in front of her, reaching for her hand. His touch was soft and warm. Warmer than the tumult of waves wading into the mirror calm below.

He brought her hand to his cheek, gently gliding it there.

He was the darkness that came from all sides. Sad yet unforgiving.

"I'm awfully tired introducing myself… I've always known who you are… Hinata."

Red slashed. A transient burst. Peeled. Swirling pattern through the darkness.

Faint, her knees buckled. And there, he held her. Suspended in a harness, thrust into an abyss sky. In it there was no sun and stars. The red sharp sheets of grief folded into a flower was the dawn.

It rained. Cascades on his cheeks. Salty upon her lips, like the sea below her.

"Sasuke… Kun."