In the hush of the ocean’s embrace, three sisters lingered among the ruins of an ancient city. Sunbeams pierced the water above, scattering down as drifting stars to brighten their hidden world. The youngest sat cradled within a great shell, her gaze turned inward in quiet thought, while beside her a luminous pearl rested untouched. One sister leaned upon a fallen column, and the other against a weathered arch of stone, their presence binding the forgotten place with life once more. In that gentle moment, it was not the relics or pearls that mattered most, but the quiet grace of kinship—enduring as the sea itself.
