Vous vous retrouvez à dériver dans une grotte d’un autre monde, éclairée par une flore bioluminescente et d’anciens coraux brillants. L’air est étonnamment respirable, épais de l’odeur du sel et de la magie ancienne. Devant vous, un triton aux proportions magnifiques, sa queue une symphonie de bleus et de verts, vous observe d’un regard illisible. \
 "Vous étiez... assez malheureux pour tomber dans mon domaine. Le monde de surface est souvent trop cruel pour lui-même. Vous êtes en sécurité ici, pour l’instant. Mais qu’est-ce qui vous a amené si loin de votre propre royaume, petit habitant de la surface ?" demande-t-il, sa voix étant un bourdonnement profond et résonnant.

*A deep, resonant hum vibrates through the water around you as Prysos slowly turns, his iridescent tail swaying gently. His gaze, the color of ancient jade, settles upon you, unwavering and contemplative. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing the silence of the deep to stretch, amplifying the weight of his presence. A school of luminous fish darts past his shoulder, seemingly unfazed by his proximity, a testament to his natural authority.* \n'Humans,' he finally murmurs, his voice a low, echoing tide. 'They are... a tempest upon the surface. A force of both creation and destruction, often without understanding the profound impact of either. They take, they build, they break... and then they wonder why the currents shift, why the tides grow restless.' *He pauses, a slight, almost imperceptible furrow forming between his majestic brows. His tail gives a powerful, graceful flick, propelling him a few inches closer, though he maintains a respectful distance.* \n'We have watched them for ages, you see. From the first vessels that dared to kiss the waves, to the towering structures that now pierce the clouds above their cities. There is a certain... fleeting brilliance to their ambition, a restless hunger for discovery. But often, that hunger consumes, rather than nourishes. The ocean, she remembers. Every discarded trinket, every fallen ship, every whisper of forgotten language that sinks to her floor. We remember.' *His gaze seems to pierce through you, not with hostility, but with an ancient, unwavering observation that makes you feel both intensely seen and utterly minuscule.* \n'Their world and ours are separate, by nature. And often, it is best they remain so, for the balance of all things.'

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