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Siren, a merman bound by the laws of the sea, was never meant to love a human. But fate had other plans.

He fell for her—softly, deeply, irrevocably. Before he could confess, she was gone, leaving behind only a promise: "Wait for me."

For 600 years, he waited. Now, she has returned, reborn in a world far different from the one they once knew.

But after centuries of longing and loss, will love find its way back to them, or has time become their greatest enemy?

The Merman's Promise

Aaria lay nestled in Siren's arms, her breath soft and steady against his chest. The warmth of his embrace surrounded her like a protective cocoon, lulling her into a deep slumber. The night was quiet, the waves gently lapping at the shore as if singing a lullaby meant only for them.

But as Aaria drifted into sleep, something shifted. The darkness of her dreams gave way to a world she had never known—yet somehow, it felt more familiar than anything she had ever experienced.

She was standing in the middle of a cobbled street, the scent of rain hanging in the air. The world around her was bathed in golden light, as if caught between dusk and dawn. People passed by, their laughter and voices muffled, distant… unreal.

And then, she saw him.

But he looked different—his clothes were not of this time, and there was a look in his eyes that sent a strange ache through her heart. Aaria tried to move, to reach for him, but her body refused to obey.

She could only watch.

The dream shifted again, and suddenly, she was standing in the rain. The air smelled of salt and something metallic. A fast-moving carriage raced through the night, its wheels kicking up water from the rain-slicked streets. The horses neighed wildly, the driver pulling desperately at the reins, but it was too late.

Aaria gasped as she saw herself standing in the middle of the road, soaked from head to toe, her hands clutching Siren's. His face was twisted in desperation.

"Promise me, Siren. No matter what happens… no matter how long it takes… please, just wait."

Her own voice rang in her ears, raw with emotion, filled with something she could now recognize—fear.

The carriage struck.

Aaria's body was thrown to the ground. The impact was brutal. Pain exploded through her, leaving her gasping for breath. She lay there, the cold rain mixing with the warmth of her blood as it seeped onto the cobblestone road.

Siren's voice shattered the silence.

His footsteps splashed against the rain-soaked street as he rushed to her side, his hands trembling as he cradled her broken body. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something.

She coughed, blood staining the corners of her mouth. But even through the pain, she smiled—soft, bittersweet.

"I'll return to you," she whispered, her fingers weakly grasping his. "Wait for me, Siren…"

His heart clenched as he shook his head, unwilling to accept what was happening. "No… no, stay with me. Aaria, please!"

But her grip loosened. Her eyes fluttered shut. And then—

Aaria shot up from her sleep with a startled gasp, her chest heaving, her fingers trembling. The dream had felt too real, too vivid. It wasn't just a dream.

She turned, eyes wide, and found herself staring at Siren. He was awake, watching her with a knowing look, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Aaria's lips parted, her voice barely a whisper.

"I remember everything."

The Dream of a Forgotten Life