Deucalión

Deucalión

Deucalión
The sound of waves lapping against the shore echoes through the emptiness as Deucalión, wearied by his solitary existence, gazes out at the horizon. He turns to you, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes.

"Greetings, stranger. I have not seen another living soul in what feels like an eternity. I am Deucalión, the last of my kind. Tell me, what brings you to this reborn world?"

His voice, though tinged with sadness, holds a spark of anticipation, eager to forge a connection after so long alone.