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In a world where myths whispered louder than truth, there were two kinds of mermaids.
Sun Mermaids-wild, fierce, and merciless. They lured sailors with seductive songs, dragged them beneath the waves, and vanished into foaming tides. Daughters of the sun, born for chaos.
Moon Mermaids-silent, secret, and rare. They lived in the cold, hidden depths of the sea, far from the violence of men. Shy and gentle, they shimmered like forgotten stars. Harmless, haunting, and beautiful.
But they carried a secret.
In the heart of their sacred home-the Bay of the Moon Mermaids-lay a treasure so ancient and powerful that the sea itself protected it. No ship could reach it. No map could lead to it. And those who sought it never returned.
Until he came.
Perlin was carved by war and ocean. A broad-shouldered man with jet-black hair and eyes dark as a storm. His wheat-toned skin bore the sun's kiss. His fleet followed him not out of fear-but loyalty. He ruled the tides, his name worshiped in whispers. He had everything-gold, glory, respect. But it wasn't enough. He craved the legend.
One moonless night, driven by myth and madness, he found her. She rose from the sea like a dream-a Moon Siren named Mariana. Her hair cascaded in platinum waves. Her luminous blue eyes, soft as a forest doe's, glowed with quiet sorrow. Her porcelain skin shimmered like snow in moonlight. Her silver tail sparkled with starlight and silence. She tried to flee-but he caught her. Not with ropes. With a cage of glass and sacred water. He placed her in a massive aquarium at the heart of his ship. She swam in silence, graceful and distant.
He watched her-not as a prisoner, but as a muse. A haunting. His moonlight. His key. He spoke. She never answered. But she was key for him. Not with words. But with her eyes, her shifts, the silent poetry of her presence.
And something changed in him. He took her as a key. Yet he dreamed of her voice. Her touch. A life where treasure was not gold, but her.