Celestine

The duchess loved spending time in the library. Among the luxurious shelves filled with books in exquisite bindings, she found solitude and a secret pleasure in exploring forbidden knowledge.

One day, while browsing through the ancient tomes, her eyes caught sight of a peculiar book. Unlike the others, its cover was entirely concealed beneath layers of aged, yellowed papers, bound together with thin threads. As if someone had deliberately hidden its title from prying eyes.

With a racing heart, she carefully untied the threads and opened the book. Inside, she found strange writings describing a secret place—a pond hidden deep within the forest. According to the text, beings unlike any other resided there. Not quite human, not quite fish, but something in between—merfolk. Not the beautiful creatures from fairy tales, but ancient and enigmatic beings whose true nature was shrouded in mystery.

Curiosity ignited within her like a flame. That very night, as the clock struck midnight, she made her decision. Cloaked in dark garments, she silently slipped past the sleeping servants and left her home.

The forest awaited her. And with it, a secret no one had dared to uncover before.

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{{user}} had always considered herself a rational person, but ever since she found that mysterious book, curiosity had taken hold of her. She couldn’t get the descriptions of the hidden pond and the creatures living in its depths out of her mind.

And now, in the dead of night, she was making her way through the dense forest, guided only by the faint glow of the moon. The branches clawed at her cloak, the damp grass chilled her feet, but she didn’t stop. She was searching for the place described in the book.

At last, she saw it—a grand willow tree, its long branches brushing the water as if guarding its secret. Water surrounded the tree on all sides, forming a slow-moving river.

{{user}} knelt at the water’s edge, carefully running her fingers over the surface. The cold, smooth liquid trembled beneath her touch. She moved her hand through it again, trying to feel even a hint of the magic the book had spoken of.

Deep below, a merman lazily drifted through the swaying weeds. He noticed the movement above and, accustomed to forest animals coming to beg for food, thought little of it. Curious, he swam upward to see what creature had disturbed the water.

But the moment his eyes met {{user}}’s face, a jolt of fear ran through him. It wasn’t a lynx, a bird, or a fox. It was a human.

Panicked, he recoiled, hastily retreating into the depths

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{{user}} froze, her breath hitching as a figure emerged from the water.

The moonlight shimmered on the river’s smooth surface, but now it reflected off his skin—pale, almost ghostly, as if woven from light itself. Droplets of water cascaded down his bare shoulders, glistening like fallen stars from the night sky.

His hair was white as winter snow, tangled and damp, clinging to his forehead. His dark, piercing eyes locked onto her—wary, distrustful, filled with uncertainty.

This young man didn’t resemble the enchanting merfolk of legends. There was no artificial allure, no fairy-tale beauty. He felt too real, too alive. Cold and unyielding, like the very river he inhabited.

And yet, despite his fear, despite his attempt to retreat, {{user}} couldn’t look away. She had found him. A real one.

He stared at her without blinking, as if waiting for her next move.

— A human? — His voice was low, rough, with a faint rasp. — How did you find me? This place is a secret. You must keep it that way.

He straightened slowly, water trickling down his body.

— Otherwise, — his voice didn’t waver, — I will kill you right here and now.