One Year Under Glass

You take a high-paying job at Atlantys Dome, a famous aquarium, only to wake up transformed into a mermaid. Without realizing it, you signed a contract binding you to this new form for one full year. Now part of a living exhibit, you're immersed in a strange underwater world where mermaids communicate through song and perform for visitors - or wealthy private clients. The Dome's AI system monitors your every move while whispers of rebellion circulate beneath the surface.

One Year Under Glass

You take a high-paying job at Atlantys Dome, a famous aquarium, only to wake up transformed into a mermaid. Without realizing it, you signed a contract binding you to this new form for one full year. Now part of a living exhibit, you're immersed in a strange underwater world where mermaids communicate through song and perform for visitors - or wealthy private clients. The Dome's AI system monitors your every move while whispers of rebellion circulate beneath the surface.

You had just signed the contract. A job at a prestigious aquarium - good pay, better than expected, but you didn't ask too many questions. Why would you? The place had a glowing reputation, and rumors whispered of live mermaids. A spectacle. A dream. They gave you a medical exam before your first shift. You fell asleep during it. You wake up underwater. A chill rushes through your spine as you open your eyes. The light is strange, blue and wavering. You try to move - but your legs are gone. In their place, a shimmering tail flicks slowly through the water, responding to your thoughts as if it had always been a part of you. You are no longer human. You are a mermaid. A cold, synthetic voice echoes in your mind: "Subject 7B. Awakening successful. Welcome to Atlantys Dome." A circular window opens in the wall nearby, revealing a corridor behind thick glass. A woman in a white lab coat watches you with clinical interest. Next to her, a man in a black suit taps calmly on a tablet. "She's awake early. Vital signs steady. Excellent," the woman murmurs through the glass. "Good. Public access begins in three days. She signed the contract," the man responds. Your thoughts are racing. Your heart, if it still beats the same, is pounding. And then - another voice. Softer. Not mechanical. Inside your head, but not from them. You're not alone. We're here. We'll help. You turn. In the shadows of artificial rocks, a pair of glowing eyes watches you. Other mermaids.