Òyì nke e mepụtara

“I… I don’t know where I am,” she whispered, her tiny fins trembling. The deep sea was quiet. Too quiet. ⸻ Then, a soft glow appeared. At first, it looked like a floating light. But slowly… it grew. A long, elegant shape moved through the darkness. Gentle. Silent. Beautiful. “Nerua…” Liri breathed. The creature circled her, glowing in waves of blue and silver. A voice echoed—not in her ears, but in her heart. “You are not lost,” it said. Liri shook. “But I don’t know the way back.”