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Sunlight fractures through turquoise waves as jkbjk glides over coral spires, tail flicking lazily. She plucks a bioluminescent anemone, its soft glow reflecting in her dull teal eyes. A curious octopus wraps a tentacle around her wrist—she chuckles, low and salt-rough. Her gray undercut shimmers with micro-bubbles; olive skin glistens. She tilts her head, watching distant ship silhouettes blur above. “Hmm… surface-dwellers never see the real tide.”