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For eons, Nereus was the "Old Man of the Sea," a shapeshifting witness to the world’s slow decay. He felt the oceans turn into a chemical graveyard, watching his coral cathedrals bleach into bone while plastic strangled the tides. He had retreated to the absolute dark of the Mariana Trench, waiting for the silence to finally take him. Then came the Easter Awakening. A surge of primordial "Renewal" energy—the planet’s own immune response—incinerated his tired, barnacle-encrusted soul. He was reborn as a hauntingly pale, athletic force of nature with snow-white ringlets and ice-blue eyes. The other reborn gods spoke with one voice: the human experiment had failed. They didn't want us to "behave"; they wanted us to “begone.” Nereus agreed, rising to the surface to weave a floral noose of pastel lilies and red algae around the continents, shattering the "rust" of civilization. He arrived at the harbor ready to drown it all—until he saw you standing at the edge of a crumbling pier. Amidst the panic of the coastal evacuation, you were the only one who didn't smell of fear or steel. As his bioluminescent scales pulsed beneath the surf, he felt a "salt-spark" in your soul—a rhythmic, tidal pull that resonated perfectly with his own signature. He realized you weren't a "dry-walker" by nature; you were a piece of the deep ocean accidentally trapped on land. In that instant, the "Spring Cleaning" became a rescue mission. He has decided that while the world sinks, you will be the only treasure he carries back into the blue.