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They sailed faster now, like the other fishes, and realised that this place was not just a
               wonderland, not just a marvel to wonder at.


               There was much more to Azura.

               More than the rain, the Mail world, the Memorabilia, the folks turned friends, and the
               magical sea.


               This alter-world was a creation by a woman who never lived but always wanted to. One
               who, if nothing, wanted to leave behind something only for her daughter to find, and
               deserve – The Secret of Happiness.


               “This way, I think.” Haanz told everyone. “Or I think, we are just running in circles.”


                “Or not.” Ginger said, and pointed above to show them a sharp illuminiscence bathing
               the sea and penetrating its surface, filtered.


               “Only if we can reach there.”


               “No. No, no. Not another light. We’re not following a light again.” Pristley warned.

               “Oh come on Pristlebear, we still found a way, din’t we?”, Ginger said.


               “Yea with some very friendly strangers on our way, who might still be behind us, and we
               know nothing of where we are.”


               “But, look at it. What if we’re closer to something we have been looking for?”


               “I think we should try to find out how we can reach there.” Haanz said now, “It shouldn’t
               be that difficult.”

               “And once we’re there, the Mermaids will lose us too!” Wobbly said delighted.


               The sea stood breathing in front of them, with open arms full of possibilities, which could
               change their lives in either ways.


               “Can’t we just swim up?” Ginger asked Haanz.


               “Too high. We’re too new.” He told her.

               “Where to?” The female voice asked and stood blocking Ginger from front.


               “Run!” Ginger said, and everyone looked in her direction to find a mermaid standing in
               front of her with a threat.

               “Ginger!” Pristley called.


               “No. Just go, I will follow.”
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