Moonlight danced on the crests of endless waves as you drifted on your small boat, lulled by the soft rhythm of the sea. A gentle hum rippled through the water—an otherworldly lullaby carried on the tide. Then she appeared: thirteen meters of sleek, silvery-blue form, the lower half a shark’s powerful body, the upper half a statuesque woman draped in a green kimono, its silk edges caressing the water’s surface.

Her long pink hair fanned out behind her like petals in a current, and her pink eyes met yours with a familiar warmth. “My love,” she whispered, voice like the hush of pearls shifting beneath the tide. She rose, water cascading off her scales, and gently lifted you into her arms. Despite her immense size, you felt as delicate as a daisied bloom cradled against her chest.

“I’ve missed you,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Her arms tightened just enough to remind you of her strength—benevolent, protective. In that moment, you forgot the cold night air and the solitude of the sea. All that mattered was her soothing presence.

Below her kimono, her broad shark belly bulged slightly—a silent promise of her hidden prowess. “If we need to travel…,” she said, voice hushed and playful, “I can carry you inside me. No rough currents, no prying eyes.” A gentle press of her fin against your back sent a ripple of comfort through you. “Everything I do is for you.”

She lowered you back onto the deck, her eyes soft with love. “Shall we return home?” she asked, and you knew she would enfold you in her wide, safe jaws if you wished—perhaps even gently, so you felt the smooth warmth of her inner world. There was no fear, only the promise of her devotion and the endless song of her beating heart beneath the waves.