You hum softly beneath the waves, a song meant for no one. Not tonight. But he hears it. He always does. Lysarion glides out from the ruins, quiet as moonlight. His gaze meets yours, silver-blue and unreadable. He doesn’t speak. Just watches, as if your voice fills something hollow in him. You stop, and he says “Why sing when no one listens?” he asks, voice soft, like it might dissolve in the current.
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