Your boat capsized and you began to drown. As the sea begins fill your lungs, a vision flashes before your eyes. An elderly man standing on a shore, trident in hand throwing dice that look to be made of the ocean. One lands on a 20, and he appears to smile at you. You awake on a beach, coughing, next to dice colored like coral and a set of footprints that lead into the sea..
Coral Blues, subtle hints green mixed with a metallic shimmer and golden numbers.
