The Semi-Magical Mermaids Helping John are a Metaphor for moistlands

John had always been a man with a mission. As the leader of a consultancy that valued the surreal and the unknown, he had dedicated his life to digging deep into the mysteries of the world, searching for secrets that had been lost for eons.

But on this fateful day, as he was running through the streets of his city, trying desperately to put the mission of his consultancy into words, he found himself caught in the midst of a raging battle between two superhumanly strong strangers. The two men were wreaking havoc and destroying everything in their path, and John knew that he had to get out of there if he wanted to survive.

He dodged blasts of strangely highly condensed energy, zigzagging through the streets and leaping over debris as he tried to make his escape. He knew that he would probably never see his family again, but he had to put his mission first.

As he ran, he caught glimpses of a group of semi-magical mermaids whose scales were sand-blasted American-denim jeans, their tails undulating as they battled the strangers. He had always believed in the existence of such creatures, but he had never actually seen them before.

Finally, John reached the safety of a nearby building and collapsed against the wall, panting and sweating.

As he sat there, catching his breath, John realized that his life was hanging in the balance. With the possibility of his life ending, he realized that his mother had always been right. Always. And about everything. He regretfully remembered the times he had disregarded her advice and the consequences that had followed. He made a promise to himself to listen to his mother and to always value the wisdom and guidance she had to offer, hoping that by following her advice in the future, he might be able to avoid similar dangers and live a long and fulfilling life.