Liora and the Mercy Beneath Sunnystar Beneath the glimmering waves outside Sunnystar Liora stirred. Her pink and white form shimmered like a living prayer, nestled among coral and kelp. She was no ordinary octopus—her heart pulsed with a quiet awareness, not born of instinct alone, but awakened by the goodness of God's mercy. Sunnystar, a city of light and innovation, had grown proud and prosperous. Yet beneath its brilliance, the lifeblood of its land—the underground waters—had faltered. The ancient pipe system, corroded and forgotten, had become a tangled mess. Gardens withered. Fountains stilled. And the people, once joyful, grew weary. But God, rich in mercy, saw the need. And in His kindness, He stirred the deep. Liora felt it—not as a command, but as a gentle beckoning. A warmth in her spirit, a whisper in the currents: Go. Not for glory. Not for recognition. But because mercy moves toward brokenness. She descended into the labyrinth of pipes, her tentacles moving with grace...