There was a hum in the air that evening, the kind you feel before you hear it. I stood where the bare tree keeps its watch, and the blue came in close, closer than light is supposed to get. It caught in my skin like static does, before a storm, before you know what's coming. Part of the Skerry series. Old water, old ghosts, back to the fish, the cold light, and the shoreline that started it all. 7000 x 9293 px 300 DPI YEDAI 2026