Please read responsibly. All rights reserved. No reproduction without permission. Deep Magic Deep Magic 1: A Journey Through Time and Memory As I stand on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean, I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The soft golden light of the September sun against my face, the crash of the waves against the sheer rock face below, it's all so familiar. Even my grandmother's cottage with its half-tamed garden remains unchanged, a testament to the passing of time. But there's one difference - my grandmother is no longer here, and I am left alone with my memories of her and the mysterious boy I once met in the smuggler's cave on the shore. I remember telling her about him, the merman prince who I believed was watching over the fragile peace between the spirits of the sea and the garden gnomes. She listened intently, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief, and waved her spoon as though she were truly one of them. She was always like that, accepting of me, even when I came out to her. Every summer of my childhood was filled with these moments, until I moved to Australia and lost touch with this magical world. Now, I've returned to pay my respects and find solace in the place where I once found such joy. But the news of my grandmother's death has brought me back, and I stand here, waiting for something, anything, to happen.

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