Nina had always felt an unexplainable pull to the sea. Ever since she was a child, the sound of waves stirred something ancient in her bones. It was only years later, after a restless move to a quiet village on the Black Sea coast, that she began to understand why.

Each morning, she swam out farther than the day before, feeling the salt kiss her skin, listening to the deep whispers beneath the surface. Locals warned her about strange currents and vanishing swimmers, but Nina felt no fear—only a sense of belonging.

One cloudless dawn, as the sun bled gold across the water, Nina spotted them—three dolphins, sleek and silver, circling her playfully. One nudged her gently, another chirped as if calling her to follow. Without question, she did.

They led her toward an underwater cavern near the base of a jagged cliff, invisible unless the morning light struck the water just right. As she dove deeper, her lungs should have screamed, but a strange warmth enveloped her—like the sea itself was letting her breathe.
Through a narrow tunnel lined with shimmering green stones, they swam until Nina emerged in an air pocket within a vast chamber. Above her, the rock ceiling opened into the sky. But what stunned her was the land beyond—a hidden shore ringed by black-stone cliffs and dense violet forests, untouched by time.

This was Remtalina

She pulled herself onto the shore, the dolphins chattering behind her as if urging her onward. The air was rich with the scent of jasmine and something otherworldly. Trees with glowing leaves arched overhead, and strange birds with crystal wings flew in silence. The mountains surrounding her loomed like stone guardians, impenetrable and ancient.

As she wandered deeper, she noticed carvings in the rocks—symbols that shifted when she looked away. Doors hidden in tree trunks. Trails that vanished when she stepped off them. The place was alive with secrets.

A woman with glowing silver eyes appeared from the shadows. “You have followed the call,” she said in a voice that echoed like water in a cave. “You are Sea-Touched.”

Nina felt the truth in her words. The dolphins had not just led her—they had chosen her. Remtalina was not a place one stumbled upon. It revealed itself only to those who belonged to it.

You may stay,

the woman said.

But know this:
Remtalina tests the hearts of all who enter. Magic thrives here, but so do mysteries better left untouched.

Nina glanced back at the water, where the dolphins waited, watching. She smiled. For the first time, her life made sense. She was no longer just Nina of the surface world. She was part of something older, deeper—a realm hidden beneath waves and myths.

And her journey had only begun.

When Nina opened her eyes, a gentle smile played on her lips, but the reason for it slipped away like fog at dawn. Something had touched her deeply in the dream, she knew—something light, beautiful, almost magical. She closed her eyes again, trying to remember, but the images were blurry, fleeting like waves kissing the sand and retreating back to the sea.

Suddenly, a vague memory flashed: water, deep blue and endless. She could still feel the gentle movement, the feeling of freedom and lightheartedness. A faint echo of joy flowed through her—and then an image emerged: a dolphin, shining, silver, with intelligent, joyful eyes. She had been with him, swam with him, felt weightless, as if she had briefly forgotten she was human.

Nina smiled. She couldn’t remember any details, any words, or moments, but the feeling remained. It was as if her dream had delivered a secret message: The memory wasn’t important—only the joy it brought.

And perhaps, she thought, this was life’s invitation to actually swim with a dolphin. Perhaps it was a dream calling for reality.