The Mermaid Market

Описание: Mermaid Market of Midnight Reef
A pirate-folk tale of temptation, magic, and the mermaids who sell you the one thing you should never buy.

Deep below the moonlit water lies a secret bazaar, carved into glowing caverns where mermaids trade shimmering trinkets, living memories, and promises sharp as broken coral. Every deal feels like treasure, every song feels like truth, and nothing stays what it appears.

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Mermaid Market of Midnight Reef

Verse 1
We dove where moonlight melts to green,
the hidden reef below,
and found a market carved between
the caverns’ silver glow,
The mermaids sang with velvet breath,
their smiles sharp as glass,
they traded trinkets made of death
for coins we could not pass.

Chorus
Oh the Mermaid Market’s calling,
soft as secrets in your sleep,
and every deal that feels like gold
will cost you something deep,
We swore we’d leave with treasure,
but the truth was far more brief,
for nothing stays what it appears
at Midnight Reef.

Verse 2
A pearl that burned like bottled stars
she placed into my palm,
it cracked and spilled out fishbone shards
before I could stay calm,
They hummed a tune that felt like home,
a lullaby so sweet,
but memories I’d always owned
dripped out into the deep.

Chorus
Oh the Mermaid Market’s calling,
soft as secrets in your sleep,
and every deal that feels like gold
will cost you something deep,
We swore we’d leave with treasure,
but the truth was far more brief,
for nothing stays what it appears
at Midnight Reef.

Verse 3
Old Jack bought shells that whispered fate,
they promised him a crown,
but once he crossed the coral gate
they turned to drifting foam,
And when we begged to break the spell
they only laughed and swayed,
for mermaids rarely buy or sell,
they simply make you trade.

Bridge
We rose toward fading starlight,
empty hands and aching pride,
the reef kept all our bargains
and the choices we denied.

Final Chorus
Oh the Mermaid Market’s calling,
soft as secrets in your sleep,
and every deal that feels like gold
will cost you something deep,
We swore we’d leave with treasure,
but the truth was far more brief,
we left our luck and sense behind
at Midnight Reef.

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