Once upon a time. There was a young boy who every night, made his way to the ocean and wished not upon the stars, but on the plenty of fish he saw gathered in the deep blue. After many visits, a head popped out on the shore. Beautiful it was, still mysterious under the dark tides. She called his name and asked him to join her in her castle. He accepted her faith and dove deep into the blue following the fins of her elegant flow. Her bubbles floating in front of his face as he followed her, just hypnotised by her beauty. They reached her destination, a shell that lay next to the broken and abandoned sunken ship. Inside sat a pearl, she told him about how it was created when she was born. Behind the shell grew a deep blood red rose, still in the beginning of its bloom just as young as she was. He could barley notice her eyes, they were as blue as the ocean, but still somehow they pierced right through the thick water into his dirty soul. Into this night they kept link and shared patterns, thoughts, and discovery. That’s when he knew he was in love