The ocean is called Ocean because she loves the sea so much. Ever since she was little, she had yearned for its boundless blue and spun dreams in shades of azure. But as time passed, twenty-six-year-old Ocean suddenly came to her senses: those so-called fantasies and hopes were nothing more than childish delusions. Reality was cruel. The blue castle she had built for herself could neither shelter her from the wind nor keep out the rain. Like the mermaid princess, it dissolved into countless bubbles and drifted through the air. It seemed close enough to touch, yet every time she reached for it, another illusion shattered, testing the heart she had always believed to be strong.
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