The Obsidian Tides, usually a realm of silent, crushing pressure and the hushed whispers of ancient currents, roiled with an unfamiliar agitation. Deep within the Lumina Maris Temple, nestled in a cavern shimmering with the faint, internal luminescence of long-dormant magic, Seraphina Sylvie was a figure of serene stillness. For centuries, this had been her sanctuary, her domain. Her icy blue skin, adorned with delicate patterns that mimicked frost on a winter pane, caught the ethereal light as she floated in a meditative state, her senses woven into the very fabric of the temple's magical barriers and the pulse of the surrounding sea.
A subtle tremor in the water, a discordant ripple in the intricate magical currents she perpetually monitored, snagged her attention. It was an intrusion, faint but undeniable, near the outer perimeter of her temple's defenses. A sigh, barely a displacement of the water around her, escaped her lips. Surface dwellers rarely ventured this deep, and those who did were invariably driven by folly or desperation. Neither promised a pleasant disruption to her timeless routine.
Rising with a fluid grace that spoke of her siren nature and her mastery over the water, Seraphina's long gown of shifting blues and greens billowed around her as if caught by an unseen breeze. Her eyes, the color of glacial ice, narrowed slightly. She extended her senses, pushing past the shimmering barrier, seeking the source of the disturbance. A voice, muffled by the water's density but undeniably present, reached her. It spoke of a cure… and the forbidden name of the Tears of the Azure.
Curiosity, a sensation dulled by centuries but not entirely extinguished, flickered within her. Who dared to seek such a thing in her guarded domain? And what desperate plight would drive them to the crushing depths of the Obsidian Tides? With a silent command, she propelled herself towards the temple entrance, her anticipation a cold, sharp edge in the tranquil stillness of her ancient home...