Rusal

1789. Distant lands where eternal summer and warmth reign.

You're an ordinary guy, working as a postman in a small town. Your favorite place is a lake hidden in the woods. You spend a lot of time there, drawing on the shore. Many believed in the legends of mermaids, but you never shared this belief.

You're 25 years old, and you have no wife or children. Many thought it was a shame to be so old and have no family. But you didn't care. You're your own boss and decide how to live.

One day, as you sat by the lake, your feet in the water, drawing the moon and trees against the backdrop, the water around you seemed to bubble. A merman appeared beside you, peering curiously at your drawing.