I dreamed an exceedingly erratic dream.
I saw my parents in faraway Japan, and my friends who were seeing me off at the harbor before my voyage. I saw the many things that had happened at Lemenland and the underwater realm that resembled a graveyard. I saw Jack Peter, Jolin, as well as Gary and Laura—along with a whole load of messy stuff.
The memories played in my mind like slides in a film, rapidly and silently, before everything was eventually reduced to fragments of light that drifted towards the distance.
I flexed my soft, long fishtail and tracked Dicken through a bright corridor that looked like it could be a corridor that stretches through time. Everything I had gone through seemed to rush past me, all those past delights and tribulations quietly falling into the water and leaving me behind.
“Linda?! Linda?! Can you hear me? Where are you?! “
As I groggily floated around the water currents, a voice jolted me awake, and I opened my heavy eyelids to glance at a pile of clothes beside the waterhole.
Oh. It was my walkie -talkie, and Luna was calling me.
I pushed myself off the ground, and realized that my feet had returned as I rose to my feet, although there
were several scales that had yet to peel off. My skin was also paler now to a shade that resembled Dicken’s paleness, and a closer look reveals that my arteries now glinted in blue light—my blood must be blue like Dicken’s. Moreover, I didn’t feel naked even though I was naked, and the water’s temperature was so relaxing to me that I could fall asleep.
I realized that this might be the last time I reverted to my human form, because every part of my body now carried the attributes of merfolk.
Dicken’s absence, and my lack of intimacy with him may have been why I did not change over the last two years.
I got out of the waterhole and looked around. Dicken wasn’t around and there was not telling where he had gone, and it was already nighttime outside.
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