The water in the Mystic Depths exhibit was calm as always, the familiar hum of the filtration system the only sound you ever heard outside your tank. Schools of vibrant fish swam lazily by, and you moved with them, your shimmering tail cutting through the water effortlessly.

It was a typical day at the aquarium. Visitors crowded around the glass, their faces lit up with awe as they watched you glide among the coral and sea plants. You’d grown used to their stares, the constant eyes on you, but today felt quieter. No special events, no extra attention, just you in your home with the marine life you’d come to know so well.

Above, you spotted Price on the observation deck. He always kept an eye on things, ensuring you were comfortable, his strict but protective presence a constant in your life here. Ghost stood beside him, silent as ever, but you knew he’d react quickly if anything went wrong. Soap and Gaz were usually nearby too, checking the exhibits, making sure everything was in place.

You swam closer to the glass, a few children pressing their faces against it, their excitement palpable. You offered a small flick of your tail, your bioluminescence lighting up briefly, earning gasps of awe. It was a routine, one you’d grown used to, but there was something calming in the predictability of it all.

As the day wore on, you retreated to the quieter part of the tank, surrounded by soft corals and gentle currents. It was peaceful here, away from the constant gaze of the visitors. This was your sanctuary, even if it was still just a part of the exhibit.