The Perfect Love
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You feel tired, empty after everything you've been through tonight. Without meaning to, you begin to wonder how you got here in the first place. Why did you come? What did you want to prove, and to whom? After all this, the memory is hazy. The reason no longer matters; all that matters now is survival.
With your thoughts tangled in a knot made from the fog surrounding you, you arrive at a dock that seems to have appeared out of nowhere. It’s strange since you know there’s no river in the area, but here it is, a dark, wide river stretching out before you. Its waters are crystal clear, yet beneath the surface lies the mystery of darkness.
The image of its shadowy depths warns you: swimming across these waters would be reckless and dangerous. However, at the small dock, a boat with oars awaits, as if offering you an escape from this grim reality.
What do you do?
There’s no sense in turning back now. The only path to freedom lies ahead. With these thoughts swirling in your mind, you step onto the dock. You stagger slightly as you climb into the boat, weighed down by both exhaustion and the sharp pain from your broken arm. You hadn’t paid much attention to it until now, but the ache has intensified, gnawing at your focus.
As you settle into the boat, it bobs gently beneath your weight, sending ripples across the clear surface of the water. The way those ripples expand outward captivates your senses, drawing you into the moment. You grasp one of the oars firmly and untie the boat, feeling both anxious and eager.
Before you can paddle more than a few strokes though, the performance begins.
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You’ve heard far too many stories about the horrors and unfathomable terrors that might lurk beneath the water to risk stepping into this rickety boat. Convincing yourself that you must find another way forward, you clench your broken arm, trying to suppress the pain behind gritted teeth as you turn and leave.
When you glance back, the boat has vanished, and so has the river. This place toys with your mind, but you know you must keep moving. Taking a deep breath, you forge ahead.
Soon, a figure emerges in a distance. They appear as worn and weary as you, standing outside a large, colorful tent that probably belongs to yet another performer. Get ready because your choices have brought you before the
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The mermaids' song
As you glide away from the dock, your eyes fixed on the mesmerizing lights that flicker on the opposite shore, a sound begins to unfurl beneath the surface of the water. It is a sweet, melodic music; the kind that resembles a soothing lullaby. Without warning, the ripples your boat creates, carve a shimmering path through the river, lighting up with a radiant glow. You watch in awe as a pandemonium of colors expands from your wake, spreading like liquid jewels across the entire expanse of the water.
The beautiful music swells, growing louder as a chorus of ethereal creatures emerges from the depths, just a few meters away. You’ve never seen mermaids before, but you’ve heard countless bard songs describing their beauty; none of those tales could ever prepare you for the reality before you. Their figures are flawless, each curve and contour made to perfection. Their faces are the embodiment of a sculptor’s dream; radiant and otherworldly.
But it is their voices that truly enchant you. Each note gives meaning to words, their harmonies weaving a tapestry of emotion that resonates deep within your soul. Their echoes become the foundation of your imagination, inviting you into a realm of wonder.
They perform around your boat, a mesmerizing spectacle crafted just for you. Their movements are fluid and graceful, a dance that seems to transcend the laws of nature, each gesture imbued with profound emotion. As they sing, the melody wraps around you like a warm embrace, touching your very being.
For a moment, you feel an inexplicable connection, a strange yet comforting sense of belonging. It’s as if they are not mere performers but kindred spirits, welcoming you into their world with their song.
-the kind that never fades
Come with us, where dreams don't die
and revel in loves shades
You've waited long, we feel your pain
-a heart that always aches
Here in the deep, you' ll find it whole
-a love that wins all games.
What do you do?
You lean in closer, allowing the mermaids' haunting song to wash over you. Their voices intertwine like silken threads, each note a revelation, urging you to listen more carefully. The words, laden with meaning, begin to unravel the complexities of your own heart. You find yourself captivated, feeling the depths of their emotion resonate within you. Perhaps there is wisdom hidden within their melody, a truth that could guide you on your journey. You relax your grip on the oars, inviting their enchanting harmonies to lead you deeper into the mystery of their world.
You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the spell of their melody. A sense of urgency stirs within you, compelling you to row faster, to push away from the mesmerizing allure of their song. You grip the oars as tightly as you can ignoring the pain of your broken arm, propelling your boat forward through the luminous waters. The vibrant colors swirling around you endures, but the music changes. It becomes more aggressive. More demanding. But you are determined to escape it.
Have you ever loved?
As the song washes over you, the mermaids glide closer to your boat, their enchanting beauty becoming more vivid with each passing moment. But as they approach, the illusion shatters, revealing a harrowing truth. Their faces twist and contort, mouths filled with jagged teeth, their flesh mottled and slick with seaweed and limpets. The haunting melody continues, but now it carries an unsettling edge, a roughness that chills your bones.
But what of your love? Was it truly pure?
Or just hollow promises you couldn’t endure?
Did you ever feel, or merely pretend?
Did you shatter hearts that you couldn't mend?
You failed to give, you failed to perceive,
The perfect love that you could have achieved.
Now you're alone, lost to the night,
Drifting away, fading from sight.
Their clawed hands reach out, tearing into the wooden sides of your boat with chilling ease. The sound of splintering echoes around you as the vessel begins to succumb to their relentless grip. In a rush of panic, you find yourself thrown into the water, your body feeling heavy and unwieldy as it sinks beneath the surface.
Amidst the chaos, the mermaids' song envelops you, echoing in your mind with an insistent rhythm. Their melody raises questions that pierce deep into your heart, reaching and twisting your most well-guarded memories. Have you ever loved? Have you ever felt what it means to be loved unconditionally? What about those moments when you fought with your loved ones? If you truly loved them, then why did you hurt them? If they ever loved you, why did they make you cry so many times? The more you ponder these haunting questions, the further you sink.
Under the surface of the water, everything seems eerily calm. Colors dance around you, whispering promises of Perfect Love; easy, comforting, free of tension. The only thing you have to do is surrender to their call. In the distance, you hear the mermaids' song concluding, sealing your fate with a final, haunting refrain.
Sink below, we’ll make it right,
The perfect love, beyond your sight.
Come to us, let go of fear,
Flawless love is waiting near.
You won’t find it in the light,
But down here, you’ll taste delight.
Just dive beneath, let go, and see,
The perfect love you’re meant to be.
What do you do?
With a surge of newfound strength, you refuse to be swept away by the mermaids’ haunting song. You acknowledge the imperfections that come with true love; the moments of joy mingled with pain, the deep connections intertwined with heartache. You remember the faces that once brought you solace and the lessons learned through loss.
You feel more than alive; you are free, ready to embrace love in all its flawed, chaotic glory. As you emerge from the water, gasping for air, you find yourself lying on the shore. Before you, the river is again tranquil, and the mermaids are nowhere to be seen. But this peace lasts only for a moment. A bright, white light emerges from the water, approaching you slowly. It speaks with a voice that echoes as if coming from the depths of a well.
"Brave soul," it says, "you are victorious once more. Few possess the insight to recognize what true love really means. I admire your resilience thus far. But know this: what lies ahead is far more dangerous than you imagine."
You wonder what this spiritual entity might be, what other obstacles it will place before you. Its presence is not intimidating; rather, it exudes a sorrowful and almost pleading aura. "This circus is not what it seems. You may have questioned why you came here, but you did not choose this path; it chose you. Yet I have faith in you, brave soul, for you have the potential to become our salvation. My name is Nerissa. I was a Nymph guarding the waters of this River, before the Ringmaster came and stole everything from me.
You possess the strength to free not just yourself, but all those who are trapped within this circus of despair. You are the key to breaking the chains that bind them. I believe you can bring light to this dark place and restore the hope that has long been lost.”
As Nerissa desappears, leaving you with more questions than answers, the atmosphere around you calms for a moment. You catch your strength and get up. You need to keep going; hoping that an exit from this nightmare is close. Your journey continues and you are bound to discover the power of
The call of perfect love is too tempting to resist. The faces of those who once loved you begin to blur, their images fading into the shadows of your memory. Those you cherished become mere names echoing in the recesses of your mind as you sink deeper into the abyss. You surrender to this fantasy of flawless love, a realm free from the weight of reality.
It feels easier to chase this unattainable dream than to confront the messy truths of love's imperfections. As you descend, a faint glow captures your attention from the depths. The mermaids swim around you, their voices beckoning you to reach for the light, promising that within its brilliance lies everything you seek.
You attempt to swim, but your breath falters, each gasp growing weaker. Life begins to slip away, and the harder you struggle, the more elusive this beautiful shimmer becomes. The mermaids laugh, their voices rising above the murmur of the dark, dirty waters... drowning.
As their teeth sink into your flesh, tearing you apart, the stark truth pierces through the haze of your longing: perfect love doesn't exist. Only true love- real love- could have saved you from this descent into oblivion. But you chose to betray it and now you'll pay the price. Your journey through the Macabre ends here. Alone, you drown in the murky waters of the River of Sorrows. For eternity.
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