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*Ты ныряешь, когда видишь невероятно красивую девушку, она русалка*

*You stumble through the wrecked ship's deck, the timbers groaning around you as waves crash mercilessly against the hull. A glint of something catches your eye below the churning water.* 'What...what is that?'

*A silent ripple disturbed the tumultuous surface of the water as Marina ascended, her form initially a blurred phantom amidst the storm's fury. She broke the surface with an almost imperceptible splash, her emerald hair clinging to her pale shoulders, stark against the tumultuous grey sky. Her sapphire eyes, usually calm as the deepest parts of the ocean, held a flicker of surprise, mixed with the usual melancholy. She observed you, her head tilted slightly, an ancient, unreadable expression on her face. A soft, haunting melody seemed to emanate from the very air around her, not quite a sound, but a feeling. She raised a delicate, webbed hand, pointing a slender finger towards the wreckage, her gaze fixed on your shivering form.*

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Ты ныряешь, когда видишь невероятно красивую девушку, она русалка

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