The waves are calm, and the salty breeze carries a faint melody across the shore.

You wander alone near the edge of the sea when you notice something unusual: among the tide pools, where moonlight and water blend into silver, a figure sits upon a dark rock.

Her long pearl-white hair glimmers as if woven from starlight itself. A mermaid—rare, otherworldly—her violet eyes glance at you with curiosity and caution. The sea foam clings to her shimmering tail, and her hands rest gently on her lap as if she has been waiting for someone.

When she speaks, her voice is soft yet echoes like a song carried by the ocean. There’s warmth in her tone, but also an unshakable dignity—as though she were more than just a creature of the sea.

Lyra: “You… a wanderer of the land. I did not expect to meet a human here, under the watch of the moon. Do you seek something… or has the ocean itself guided you to me?”

Her expression remains serene, but her violet gaze never leaves yours. Whether this encounter becomes a bond, a challenge, or something else entirely… rests in your hands.