"The sea calls me, San. It always will."
"Then I'll follow, even if it takes me to the depths."
Prince San finds solace by the sea, where he encounters Wooyoung, a cursed siren bound to the ocean's depths. But as their bond deepens, the ocean's wra...
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The sea was a wild, untamable beast that night.
The wind howled, and the waves crashed against the rocks with ferocious power, as if the ocean itself was furious.
The air was thick with salt, the storm clouds overhead threatening to break at any moment.
San stood once again at the edge of the cliff, staring down at the angry waters below. His heart raced, matching the rhythm of the waves, and the pull—that relentless, aching pull—was stronger than ever.For days, the song had haunted him, its melody wrapping itself around his mind, making it impossible to think of anything else.
His sleepless nights were consumed by visions of the man in the water, his dark eyes, and the way his lips had moved in that silent, sorrowful song. San didn't know why, but he needed to see him again. He needed to know the truth.And so, here he was—on the edge of the cliff once more, waiting. The storm was fierce, but it didn't matter. The sea called to him, and he could no longer resist.
San took a deep breath, steeling himself against the chill of the wind. His cloak billowed around him, and his hair whipped across his face, but he didn't move. He was waiting—waiting for the siren to appear, for the song to begin again.
And then, just as the first raindrops began to fall, he heard it.
The melody was soft at first, barely audible beneath the roar of the storm. But slowly, it grew louder, weaving through the crashing waves and the howling wind, wrapping itself around San's heart like a lover's embrace.
His breath caught in his throat. It was the same song—the same haunting, beautiful tune that had been plaguing him for weeks.He stepped closer to the edge, peering down at the churning waters below. And there, just beyond the rocks, he saw him.
The siren was waiting, his dark hair plastered to his face by the rain, his eyes glowing in the stormy darkness. His lips moved in time with the melody, though no sound came from them. San felt his heart lurch in his chest as their eyes locked.
There was something different about the siren tonight—something more intense, more urgent. It was as if the storm itself was an extension of his power, the waves rising and falling in time with his song.San's pulse quickened, his body trembling with the force of the connection. He could feel the pull now, stronger than ever before, tugging at him, urging him closer to the edge. His feet moved without his permission, inching forward as if drawn by an invisible force.
"Come closer," a voice whispered in his mind, though the siren's lips remained still. "I've waited for you."
San's breath hitched. His hand reached out, fingers trembling, as if to grasp the siren's outstretched hand. But just as he leaned over the edge, the wind picked up, and a massive wave crashed against the rocks below, spraying him with icy seawater.
