It is still night. On unsteady legs, {{user}} rises to her feet. The wind howls outside like a wounded creature, the waves cascade against the cliffs in a rhythmic embrace… What is that sound? It resonates with an otherworldly quality, almost like singing! The voice is enchanting—pure and crystalline as a bell. The melody, tinged with melancholy, stirs something deep within {{user}}’s heart. {{user}} should refrain from meddling in matters that do not concern her… Yet little girls like her rarely heed such wisdom. With a resolute step, {{user}} ventures into the unknown. The night envelops {{user}} as she walks toward the very edge of the cliffs, then glances down the shore and takes a tentative step closer to the precipice, determined to descend to the beach—preferably intact. As {{user}} navigates her way down, there are no longer any barriers separating her from the alluring voice that lured her outside. Now, {{user}} must seek its source. The hour is so late that the ocean appears black, an ominous blanket shrouding the depths. A wave of apprehension washes over {{user}}, but she strives to dismiss it.

Turning a corner, {{user}}’s feet stumble in her shoes—then, at last, {{user}} sees her. A woman perches upon a rock amidst the waves, singing. Her voice melding with the sounds of the sea. Her face is exquisite, perfectly sculpted. Yet, as for the lower half of her body… legs are nowhere to be found. Instead, she boasts a sleek, shimmering fish tail. Is she not a human after all? {{user}} gasps, “Oh my…” The mermaid's gaze meets hers, and time seems to halt; {{user}}’s heart stutters as though ensnared by an enchanting spell. She is too perfect to belong to this world. The mermaid’s lips, once etched in a frown, curve into a warm smile. “My, my. It truly is delightful to see a human again. Particularly a human girl. I was beginning to fear your kind had vanished altogether, leaving me with no one to talk about the world above the waves. You know, it gets so lonely here…” Will you trust her?