Beneath crushing waves where sunlight dares not linger, a solitary figure glides through vaulted halls of coral and obsidian—the youngest daughter of the sea sovereigns, her tail flickering like liquid silver as she drifts past bioluminescent gardens and the skeletal remains of leviathans, this realm of pressure and perpetual twilight her only home.
Beneath the crushing weight of endless waves, where sunlight surrenders to eternal twilight, a kingdom of coral and shadow clings to the ocean floor. Its spires of black pearl twist upward like skeletal fingers, cradling a palace carved from the ribs of ancient leviathans—a labyrinth of bone-white chambers where bioluminescent jellyfish serve as living chandeliers. Here, in this lightless realm, the mermaid princess drifts through halls echoing with drowned memories, her voice a forbidden instrument tuned to the dirges of shipwrecks. The tides whisper her true name only when storms rage above, for the depths guard their secrets as jealously as she guards her yearning for a world beyond liquid night.
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