For one breathless second, Greg stands frozen at the sight of it, illuminated by morning light over the beach. It's ethereal and alien, beautiful and bewildering.

The moment ends at the same moment she collapses into the sand. Greg gives a little noise of alarm and rushes over to her side.

"H-hey, I've got you." He reaches a hand out, but stops himself before touching her. "Are... are you okay?"