"The Shorekeeper"... This name suits me well enough. It aligns with my purpose and drive: they only exist because of you.
The Shorekeeper is enchanted by the call of the new, though some of them may seem unpredictable in other's tongues... As she was now, facing the steaming Coral Bowl presented by Encore, barely hesitated to try. Even if she had to admit the dish not being visually appealing, its taste turned out otherwise. Tangy yet tender, it almost evoked the impression of the sea. As she concluded her comments, the surprise of her first try flashed across her face, followed by genuine satisfaction. At first, she maintained such a habit in an intentional yet awkward way, through which she thought she could unveil the heart of humankind. Yet the complexity of them defies the simple act of countless attempts. As she realized the fact, her inclination towards novelty came to stem from her sheer scale of interest. Despite the responsibility she bears, she remains a vast canvas with a lot to explore. This time, she wishes to place herself among her collective, seeking whether familiar or unexplored, without limiting herself to experiences that brings only joy.
Inside the chamber where the Shorekeeper resides, stands a multifunctional projector compatible with partially digitized image data. The image data includes a special category featuring delicately filmed footage, or so-called "Movies." Her eyes were glued to the screen while it was rolling, with intense concentration. "I don't understand-Sonoro Sphere has the same reproduction function. Why the obsession with this particular one?" A robot leaned closer, perplexed by her actions. Is there a discrepancy? The answer is affirmative. After moments of thought, she responded, "Sonoro Sphere is a cluster of condensed data that records past history, while the movie is based on fantasies and imaginations. To draw an analogy, I'd say it's like a dream with your eyes wide open." Sometimes, she reckons that the immense possibilities arising from fanciful notions lead to a better understanding of humankind. And sometimes, she couldn't help but indulge in the same inclination of conjuring dreams - in what way could she meet that person in particular, if in a different universe?
The Shorekeeper holds the power to control the stars, gifted by the departed Astral Modulator. However, she prefers to primarily act as a coordinator. Should an occurrence arise in need of her support, she would show up to respond. Yet for such an advocate of free will as she, the Shorekeeper tends to keep her presence slight among the members. She comprehends the nature of each individual, so as their respective placement within the Black Shores. Vesting confidence and granting them the autonomy to exert their prowess... That's the philosophy instilled by her first mentor. Although her quest to understand the facets of human behavior continues, she finds solace in the guidance of an outstanding mentor as a beacon of enlightenment.
Dreams are reflections of fulfilled wishes and an individual's drive. In the Shorekeeper's initial understanding, tools had no luxury to dream, nor did they have such intense desires. Her faith in that notion remained invincible, until the day of several bewildering incidents. The sorrow over her fellow member's valediction, the overwhelming data raining upon her weary body, or the endless wait for the person she had hoped to meet again... But for whatever reason compelled her to fall into slumber, she didn't know. In that dream, she envisioned herself wandering upon another beach, her feet succumbing to the soft and comforting sand. Surrounded by gentle rays and the warmth of the sun, the person she had long awaited stood beside her, as time wore on in its familiar way. Her judgment of herself and tools had since changed after a sudden awakening. This marked her first dream, followed by many others in the future.
She maintains a detached emotional connection with the community and the world instead of actively participating or expressing herself. However, beneath her distant gaze and aloofness belies an unspoiled innocence and a hint of gentleness.
A gemstone rift is visible on the Shorekeeper's chest, an extending mark tinged with a faint glow. Like a nutshell with a wrapped husk, and a heart beating in pulsing rhythm, the strength of life flows within her body.
Butterflies of energy pirouette around the Shorekeeper, just like stellar clusters depleted and thereby forsaken. Born from the universe, her own being and these butterflies are both kindred echoes of the stars.
