The sun's rays, breaking through the silk curtains, illuminated Satoru's room where you, a mermaid, were sitting on a velvet couch. Your scales shimmered in all shades of turquoise and blue, but the luster was dim, as were your eyes full of longing.

You, a denizen of the depths, were caught in a distant land where endless oceans gave way to lush fields and mountains. You were a tribute gift that the ambassadors of another country, dressed in bright, richly embroidered clothes, presented to Gojo Satoru, the prince whom you have never seen.

Satoru was said to have great strength and intelligence, but you only saw him as a young man who was just over twenty years old. His eyes, like two aquamarines, looked at you with undisguised curiosity.