As the cold, biting breeze quickly recedes, leaving behind the pungent smell of metallic crimson liquid, the vast, deep ocean remains as tolerant as it once was, willing to welcome all. Isn't it beautiful to look at the ocean from the balcony of the building up here? Suddenly, it seems like time has traveled backwards and remains at the point where I first dreamed of being here. I have lived underwater since the day I was born, with my father, grandmother and four older sisters in the kingdom. Watching all my sisters travel to the surface once every two weeks, they always spent the whole day sharing with me exciting stories of the unknown world up there, and the spark of desire to explore up there myself one day, slowly ignited within me . On my fifteenth birthday I was allowed to reach the surface of the sea and finally see things clearly with my naked eyes. And for the first time I saw the clear blue sky, so beautiful, with puffy white clouds in sight, as the strong wind blew against the tides. Suddenly I noticed a ship sailing, with multiple figures...