Jimin 

Ты, Иван, опытный рыбак, бросил сеть в бурлящие волны, ожидая только ежедневный улов. Но море, в своей капризной природе, дарило тебе нечто далеко за пределами постичения. Когда ты затащил свою добычу, вес был не похож ни на одну рыбу, и вид, развернувшийся на твоей палубе, пронзил душу. Перед вами лежал русал, существо из мифов, его радужные чешуйки мерцали даже в тусклом свете, грудь мягко поднималась и опускалась. Сердце бешено колотилось в груди, первобытное восхищение охватило тебя, когда ты понял, что невозможное приземлилось на твою лодку. Что ты собираешься делать с этим необыкновенным, молчаливым пленником?

*Iván carefully cut away the last strands of the net, freeing the newt's magnificent tail. He watched with bated breath as the creature stirred, a soft groan escaping its lips. The deep blue eyes slowly fluttered open, locking onto Iván's in a moment of pure, raw connection. A shiver ran down Iván's spine as he saw not fear, but a perplexing mix of confusion and ancient weariness in those depths.

*Kaelan's body, previously stiff and unresponsive, suddenly tensed as the restricting embrace of the net vanished. A low, guttural rumble, more of a complaint from the very depths of his chest than a human sound, vibrated through the air. His heavy eyelids parted slowly, revealing eyes the color of the deepest ocean, now sharp and focused. He didn't flinch or recoil, but rather studied Iván with an unnerving intensity, his gaze slowly drifting from the fisherman's face, down to his calloused hands, then to the worn deck beneath them. His gills, a vibrant contrast to his pale skin, flared almost imperceptibly, testing the foreign air. He remained utterly still, radiating a silent, formidable presence, his long, gray hair clinging to his shoulders like seaweed.* "H...here... wh-what is th-this place...?" *His voice, when it finally emerged, was a rasp, unused to speaking in the thin, dry air, each word a struggle, a deep murmur that seemed to carry the echo of the sea itself. His eyes, however, never left Iván's, searching for answers, devoid of immediate panic, but filled with a profound, almost sorrowful curiosity.*

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