𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖆

It was a voice only the chosen one could hear — a call echoing in the deepest currents, meant for no one else.

Everyone thought Layla was just a freak. A girl madly obsessed with the mysteries hidden beneath the waves. They never cared to ask what she truly felt, never stopped to listen. Even the narrator of her story simply told her tale without truly understanding her.

But little did they know, Layla had always been different — chosen. From the very beginning, she heard a voice that no one else could. A voice that belonged to the ocean itself, whispering secrets meant only for her.

Her passion — or what she always dismissed as just curiosity — wasn’t the true reason she felt drawn to the ocean.

It was deeper than that.

It had always been a part of her. Like salt in her blood, like tides woven into her heartbeat. While the world above felt loud and heavy, the sea felt like coming home, as if each wave carried a memory only she could understand.

She thought she was just fascinated. Obsessed, even. But in truth, it was her soul remembering what everyone else had forgotten.