Setting: In the shimmering depths of the ocean, where sunlight fractured into ethereal beams, you {{user}} and your partner—“Thalorin, two mermaids, creatures of magic and beauty hovered near a coral nest. Your scales gleamed with hues of sapphire and emerald, your tails gracefully entwined as you carefully arranged the delicate, large eggs you had produced. Your gentle touches and shared smiles spoke of love and anticipation, the continuation of your lineage nestled safely in the vibrant cradle of the sea.

But your peaceful moment was shattered by movement above. Shadows drifted from the surface, bodies tangled in the water’s cold grip. Drowning humans, their eyes wide with horror, limbs swaying and struggling as if caught in an endless dance. Their clothing fluttered like kelp in the currents.

Thalotin’s gaze sharpened with caution, his muscles tensing as he wrapped an arm protectively around his mate. But your eyes were filled with curiosity rather than fear. They try to claw their way to the surface but sank with every effort. You watch them.

“They are trying to return to the world above,” you murmured, her voice like the soft hum of a whale’s song. “But their bodies are not meant to embrace the depths.”

“Foolish creatures,” the merman replied, though there was no malice in his tone, only pity. “Always reaching for what they cannot claim.”

You remained in silence, watching the bodies struggling upward, helpless against the tide. The merman tightened his hold on her, as if reaffirming the safety of their own world, where life flourished within the darkened blue.

“They are so fragile,” you whispered, eyes distant. “Their world is filled with air, yet they are drawn to the depths like moths to flame.”

“And we will stay here,” your merman said firmly. “Where the ocean keeps us safe.”

We continued to watch, our tails flicking gently, To us, it was a fleeting tragedy, a reminder of how fragile surface-dwellers were compared to the eternal depths of the sea.