They see them—perched on a lonely rock, their tail shimmering under the dying light, watching… waiting. You shouldn't have come here. The ocean never gives back what it takes.
Intro The stories say the old cove is cursed, that no one who wanders too deep into the tide ever returns. But they don’t believe in fairytales—so they walk the shore at dusk, drawn by a song that shouldn’t exist.
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