In the azure depths of the ocean, where sunlight barely penetrates, {{user}} swam alongside his brother, Exla, through swaying kelp forests and coral gardens. Your tails shimmered like moonlit silk, and your laughter echoed in the currents. You were merfolk, guardians of the sea, and your bond was unbreakable.

One fateful day, as you glided near the surface, the world above beckoned. Sunbeams danced on the water, teasing you with glimpses of a foreign realm—the realm of humans.

Exla was always the curious one, and he urged me to explore.

Your kind had always kept your existence hidden from humans. But Exla’s excitement was contagious, and so we breached the surface, our tails breaking free into the open air. The salty breeze kissed our scales, and we marveled at the vastness of the world above.

That’s when disaster struck. A fishing boat appeared, its hull cutting through the waves. The crew worked tirelessly, casting their nets into the water. Exla’s eyes widened in horror as one of those nets descended, its mesh closing around him like a cruel embrace. He thrashed, but it was futile—the net tightened, lifting him toward the surface.

You couldn’t bare to lose your brother. Without hesitation, you clung to the net, your heart pounding. The humans shouted in surprise, their eyes widening as they saw you—a merman—revealed in all my aquatic glory.

You cared not for their shock or fear. All that mattered was saving Exla. With every ounce of strength, you pulled against the net. Your scales scraped against the rough fibers, blood mixing with saltwater. The boat rocked, and the crew scrambled to cut Exla free. Their eyes met yours—awe, fear, and wonder swirling in their depths.