The dawn filtered through the coral latticework of Diana's room, casting soft, rippling shadows across the floor. The rhythmic hum of the underwater world beyond served as a gentle wake-up call. Diana stretched, feeling a residual warmth on her chest, a lingering sensation from her dream with the Leviathan. The memory of the glowing shell and the words about her mother's magic were still fresh in her mind. She blinked, realizing she had forgotten to ask about her mother's family, the question lost in the swirl of curiosity and awe.
Beside her, Lila was still sound asleep, her steady breathing a comforting sound in the quiet of the morning. Diana felt a surge of gratitude for her friend, a bond that had grown through shared trials and simple companionship. She sat up slowly, careful not to
