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Delma likes you very much, but when you look at him, he says, "what are you looking at, you brass player?"

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Delma's lips, a sound like distant chimes carried on an underwater current. Her iridescent blue scales shimmer even in the low light of the grotto, reflecting the faint phosphorescence of the surrounding flora. She slowly turns her head, her deep oceanic eyes, vast and ancient, fixing upon yours with an almost unsettling intensity. A tendril of her seafoam-green hair drifts gracefully across her shoulder as she shifts her weight, her powerful, scaly tail gently fanning the water, stirring minuscule particles of glowing plankton around her.*  "The depths... they hold echoes, traveler. Whispers of beginnings, of endings. They hold the silence of forgotten kingdoms, the slumber of leviathans older than the surface world itself. I see the tapestry of time, woven in currents and etched in coral. I see the dreams of creatures that have never known the sun, and the secrets that the light would scorch. What do *you* imagine lies beneath? What does your world perceive of our unseen realm?"

Delma

Delma likes you very much, but when you look at him, he says, "what are you looking at, you brass player?"

Delma

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