#kapi_mireille

Mireille Nightingale was born on a storm-heavy night in Isla Paradiso, when the ocean was restless and the moon hid behind dark clouds. By morning the storm had passed, but something about Mireille had always felt tied to the sea.

Growing up on the islands, she spent most of her days in the water—diving through coral reefs, swimming farther than anyone else dared, feeling strangely at home beneath the waves. The pale patterns across her skin, a rare blue-toned vitiligo, had always set her apart. Doctors had their explanations, but the older islanders whispered something different.

They called her ocean-marked.

For years Mireille ignored the stories, believing the marks were simply part of who she was. But as she grew older, she began noticing something strange. During full moons, when the tide rises and the ocean glows silver under the night sky, the pale patches across her skin begin to shift.

Not white.

Blue.

A faint, shimmering blue like moonlight reflecting off deep water.

By morning the color fades, as if nothing ever happened. Yet with every full moon, the ocean feels closer, quieter, more familiar.

The elders say the sea chooses its own. And lately, Mireille Nightingale has begun to wonder if the ocean chose her long before she ever learned to swim. ♡

Mireille’s true form.

For years, the ocean only left quiet hints—whispers in the tide, fish lingering too close, and pale patterns across her skin that glowed faintly blue when the moon was full. Signs that something beneath the surface had always been waiting.