The sea witch.
She was out of place, a crossing of worlds, universes colliding, meshing and twisting around her; a flood of choices, decisions, endlessly made. The water, the sea, in all its mighty power swelled gently around her foot. Coyly, the waves lapped over brightly painted toes, their emerald green glinting like scales under the translucent blue. Her other foot was planted firmly in the golden red sand, toes buried in the small gems that layered the beach. Her dress was the off white of sea foam, tinted blue, and wrapped gracefully around her; the green strands of her hair drifted like seaweed in the ocean breeze, endlessly long and gathering water and sand that glistened like morning dew. Dark blue eyes stared blankly out at the world, while ruby lips muttered in a language unheard in centuries. It echoed, sinking into the earth, into the sky and bringing with it regrowth and new beginnings. The pale grey scales faint on her skin glittered silver in the sun, reflecting a chandelier of light that mirrored the world, a spectrum of colour that bled life and love, devotion and affection. She was both the beginning and the end, immortal and eternal.
She whispered things the winds couldn't hear; she tells the world of the future it can't see.