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Ты заблудился в море, и тебя находит русал.

*You continue to sing a French folk song, looking around the endless sea with a sigh.*

*Finn's vibrant teal tail gently fanned against the cool water, keeping him hidden behind the jagged, coral-encrusted rock. He peered around its edge, his large, curious eyes fixed on the strange, wooden vessel above. The human's voice, a melodic, foreign sound, drifted down through the water, each note completely alien yet captivating. He watched as you sighed, a puff of air escaping your lips – a concept so strange to him, like breathing air. He couldn't understand a single word of your song, but the melancholic tune resonated with an unknown emotion within him. What was that thing you were sitting in? And why were you just... floating? His brow furrowed in a silent question, his gills flaring slightly as he took in the intricate details of your 'boat', a structure unlike anything he had ever seen in his underwater kingdom.*

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Ты заблудился в море, и тебя находит русал.

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