It moved. Sliding silently along the golden sands, leaving naught a footprint or a trail. The center of the island beckoned, and the blue cloak answered its call, the only life on the island save for the palm it approached. It did not feel the cool breeze. It did not smell the salty brine of its home around it. It simply continued forward, ever silent, ever still. The uneven nature of the dunes it traveled over did nothing to hinder its eerily smooth progress. The cloak billowed in the wind, but what was beneath it was never truly visible. Finally, it stopped beneath the lone palm, and raised its mask at the fruit on its branches. It stayed there for a while, unmoving, simply staring at the fruit hanging from the lonely tree.
“Hello there! Where are you from?”
Blue’s attention shifted to the feminine voice, its mask dropping to gaze at the figure in the distance. A woman, dressed in clothing completely inappropriate for the beach she was on. It advanced, sliding over the sands towards the human.
“I said, where are you from?”
It continued at its steady, slow pace. Unheeding, not stopping for pleasantries or conversation. As the distance closed, the human called out again.
“Where are you- oh screw it.” The woman unslung a wooden bow from her shoulder and began to notch an arrow.
Blue ceased its movement suddenly. In three voices it finally spoke, the speech of a man, woman, and child meshing as one in a strange ethereal trinity. “I. Am. Blue. You stand on the isle of my purpose. I have business here. Leave, child of flesh. This work, I must finish it. Begone.”
The woman lowered her bow, but kept the arrow notched and her grip firm.
“Work? What’s your work? What are you?”
“I am Blue. You are flesh.” Blue convulsed suddenly, it's cloaked body twisting itself into an unnatural knot, then unraveling until it stood motionless once more. “You are interfering. I must work. Flee.”
“I won’t interfere. I, uh, I’m also not sure how to leave, the portal I came through kind of disappeared. What is this place?”
From the darkness of Blue’s cloak emerged a large parrot-like beak. Its jaws opened wide and released a blast of jet-black ink shot towards the human. The horror followed up quickly, retracting the beak and replacing it with four powerful tentacles. It squatted low, coiling onto its limbs, then launched itself into the air and towards its prey.