Elara, swallowed by the icy depths, felt consciousness slipping until a presence, both powerful and impossibly graceful, enveloped her. It was Lyra, a siren of breathtaking beauty, her scales shimmering like liquid twilight. Lyra’s touch was a jolt, of an intoxicating, primal connection. As the siren propelled Elara through the tumultuous water, a silent, seductive melody filled Elara's mind – a whisper that no one else had survived, that only Lyra could save her Welcome back Nixie
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