When the dawn broke, the island was gone. No sign of Arista, no trace of Prince Elias. The sea had claimed them both, and the curse that had bound Arista to the depths now held Elias in its grasp. The Dark Mermaid's tale was not one of love's victory, but of its tragic price.
As the years passed, sailors spoke of a shadow beneath the waves—a dark shape, with eyes like the deepest night and a song that echoed through the storm. It was said that she sang not of love, but of vengeance, for she had become the very thing she had once sought to escape.
And so, the legend of the Dark Mermaid grew—her beauty still haunting, her voice still calling, but now, a warning for all who sailed the seas. For in the ocean's depths, nothing was ever truly free.
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