Beneath the shimmering turquoise waves, Marina the mermaid hosted a tea party unlike any other. Her tail, a mosaic of iridescent aquamarine and sunset orange, flickered as she poured steepened kelp-leaf tea into cups carved from pearlescent abalone. Around a table of fuchsia brain coral, she and her crustacean friends nibbled on sponge-cake treats dusted with golden sea-salt.
Tiny bubbles, glowing with a soft neon lime bioluminescence, rose from the teapot like floating gems. As the current swayed the emerald sea-grass curtains, Marina laughed, her voice sounding like tinkling silver bells in the deep, quiet blue.
