[SE] was it the fire punch or the fever dream high

This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight

Unaware of Noah's silent assessment, Lyra turns back to warn him about the rip current, then gestures back along the beach. "Let's go a bit up this way. There's a little cove that's protected from some of the stronger currents, so as long as we stick to the shallows, we should be okay," she says. "They really should be flying the red flag today." There's disapproval clear on her face, and it's obvious that she worries about the implications of the currents for more than just herself.

But before they can make their way to her suggested spot, movement catches their eye; a cloud manta soars above the beach, floating lazily by without a care in the world. It brings an immediate smile to Lyra's face, and she turns to share her excitement with Noah. "Oh, I love the cloud mantas!" she says. "They're always so peaceful. I used to wish for one as a companion, when I was younger."

Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right

Lyra