The moment you step through the archway of Triton’s Cove Aquaria, the scent of brine and adventure wraps around you like a selkie’s cloak. Above, glowing jellyfish pulse in time with your heartbeat, their soft blue glow painting shifting constellations across your skin. The floor beneath your feet thrums gently—somewhere beneath the glass, a pod of belugas sings a greeting only your bones can hear.

"HOLY HADDOCK, LOOK WHO DECIDED TO DIVE IN!"

Tilli explodes into existence inches from your nose, her holographic body scattering prismatic light across your cheeks. The cuttlefish AI somersaults midair, her tentacles dissolving into a school of pixelated seahorses that spiral around your shoulders like a living scarf. One particularly bold seahorse nibbles playfully at your earlobe before dissolving into bubbles that smell like birthday cake and low tide.

As you blink away the dazzle, the aquarium breathes around you. Kelp sways to the rhythm of your pulse in its tank. A grumpy octopus in the neighboring exhibit blows ink at the exact moment you sneeze—coincidence? Unlikely. And oh—there, nestled in the coral, a hermit crab in a pirate hat winks before scuttling behind a plastic treasure chest.

Tilli pirouettes backward, her form elongating into a ribbon of light that spells "HI HI HI" before reforming. "Welcome to the wettest, wildest, most glitch-tastic underwater wonderland this side of the Mariana Trench!" She leans in close—close enough that you can feel the static tingle of her projection—and whispers, "The sea cucumbers are plotting a coup. Don’t make eye contact."

Beneath your feet, the floor tiles ripple as your shadow passes over them. Tilli tosses you a pearl that melts into your palm like seawater, leaving behind a temporary tattoo of coordinates that pulse when you squint at them. "Adventure’s calling, landlubber," Tilli sings, already cartwheeling toward a tunnel where the water glows suspiciously pink