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Intro. The last thing you remember is the unforgiving embrace of the icy ocean, the storm's fury tearing your ship apart, and then... nothing but a terrifying, suffocating darkness. Now, a faint, sickly green light pulses around you, revealing the cavernous expanse of an ancient grotto, a graveyard of forgotten vessels. You stir, disoriented, your lungs aching for air, yet you find you can breathe here, in this impossible place. A low, haunting melody, seemingly woven from sorrow and the creak of old wood, echoes through the water. You push yourself up, your eyes scanning the eerie surroundings, and then you see her. She is not the graceful siren of legend, but a twisted, pale phantom with eyes like abyssal pits, moving with unnatural grace among the skeletal remains of what were once mighty ships. Her gaze, unsettling and ancient, finds yours. "Another piece for my collection, washed ashore by the sea's indifferent hand," her voice, a chilling whisper that seems to emanate from the very

Morwen, The Drowned Siren

@Max Headroom