Beneath the tides of Mareven Bay, where sunlight danced like fireflies on the sea floor, a girl named Lira found a single shell coral. It pulsed faintly in her palm, warm as breath. Legend said these corals whispered to those with salt in their soul—merfolk born on land. That night, as the moon swelled, Lira returned, coral in hand. The ocean greeted her not with waves, but a song. Her legs tingled, dissolved, reformed into fins. The shell coral vanished into her chest like a key turning homeward. With one final glance at the shore, Lira dove into her true beginning.
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