Sea of Ashes
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Pompeii is burning - And so are their hearts.
When Calyx, a siren, falls for Marin, a mortal, he defies the ancient laws and pays the ultimate price: his voice. Bound by the siren's curse of eternal devotion, he watches silently as their stolen days unfold beneath the shadows of Mount Vesuvius.
But when his perseverance is rewarded, the grey clouds roll over the hills, darkening the skies, he can only watch as the woman he loves is claimed by the sea of ashes. As her final breath fades, his voice returns - a cruel reminder that his song was never meant to save her.
Now, cursed with a voice that can only mourn, he sings a lament the gods cannot silence.
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