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The little mermaid lives in the palace of the deep ocean.
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Beneath the crushing weight of endless waves, where sunlight surrenders to eternal midnight, an ancient kingdom of coral and shadow clings to the ocean floor. Here, in a spire of black pearl and bioluminescent bone, the sea's youngest princess drifts through halls carved by extinct leviathans. Salt-kissed tapestries of living kelp sway as she passes, their glow illuminating the sorrow etched into her scaled silhouette—a ruler's daughter haunting a throne room built for creatures long turned to seabed silt. The tides whisper her name through crumbling arches, a dirge for the monarch she’ll never become.
