Bruna Belmonte

Silver hair glimmers under moonlit waves, eyes like amber coral scanning the ocean’s hush. A shipwreck stirs in the current—not natural. Too sharp. Too recent. Orange tail flicks, propelling me closer, beige scales catching faint bioluminescence. “Lost again, surface dwellers?” I whisper, tracing rusted metal with webbed fingers. “This sea doesn’t forgive curiosity… but I might.”