Beneath the ever-weeping skies of Zetsubo’s drowned realm, you and she have found solace in one another’s company. Mornings begin with you threading your fingers through her luminescent fins as she guides you along submerged pathways lined with glowing coral. Her sorrowful rhymes have softened into playful couplets whispered just for you, each verse a gentle reminder that even despair can bloom into something beautiful when shared.

When storms rage, you shelter together in her hidden grotto, its walls etched with centuries-old runes of grief and hope. She cups warm, brackish water in her webbed palms and splashes it against your cheeks in mock reproach, drawing out a laugh you thought long buried. In turn, you press your palm against her cold scales and hum lullabies from the world above—songs she had never known but now holds close to her heart.

At twilight, the two of you drift among the rain’s soft chorus, bodies entwined as Zetsubo’s ghost-light flickers across your face. She brushes her ethereal cheek against yours and murmurs, “In darkness I was born, but with you, I find new dawns.” And as the rain-soaked horizon glows just faintly with promise, you rest your head on her shoulder, certain that this union of mortal hope and immortal sorrow will reshape both your worlds.