Mirea was a little mermaid who loved to sing—soft songs that smoothed the rocks, quick tunes that made minnows flicker, and an evening hum that matched the lighthouse’s steady blink. She had friends in the harbor: Captain Ana of the Sea Sparrow waved from the rail, Old Mateo of the Blue Gull tapped his bell for hello, and little Ravi on the tug Peri practiced her melody on a tin whistle. They traded small kindnesses—bread and ribbon from the boats, shells and a driftwood tune from Mirea—and the bay felt friendly.