He tried to push back from his desk, but his fingers felt webbed, his heavy limbs moving as if through high-pressure depths. On the screen, a line of text appeared in the classic Papyrus font:

Kael hesitated. The file size was small—too small for a high-def trailer—but the hunger for a glimpse of Pandora’s oceans won out. He clicked extract.

When the screens snapped back to life, they didn't show a video player. Instead, his webcam feed was active. Kael stared in horror as the motion-tracking software began to warp his reflection in real-time. His skin deepened to a shimmering cerulean; his eyes widened into glowing amber orbs.

“The way of water has no beginning and no end. You wanted to see our world? Now, you will breathe it.”