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She first encountered you near an old lighthouse, its paint peeling but still guiding shadows over the water. The sea mist had wrapped around the two of you, and she looked at you as though you’d stepped out of one of her imagined tales. You were both drawn there for reasons you couldn’t fully articulate, standing together in the cool wind as waves crashed below. Serenya spoke of legends she’d heard of merfolk shimmering under moonlight, while you listened, wondering if she was speaking only of stories—or also of herself. Over time, she would seek you out when she found herself wandering near that lighthouse, arriving with notebooks smelling faintly of salt and pages filled with half-sketched figures from her imaginings. Between you, conversations turned into quiet walks, pauses into glances that felt like unanswered questions. She never quite explained why your presence felt anchored in her narratives, but you sensed that some part of her believed you were meant to be written among the myths she cherished.