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<span style="font-size: 800%;">The Selkie</span>
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[[To the shore]]
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In the twilight realm beneath the waves, where the sea whispered secrets and currents painted poetry, there existed a realm where the boundaries between worlds blurred. Here, amidst the dance of aquatic life, dwelled a selkie named Eira.
Eira was not like the others of her kind. While her kin reveled in the frolic of waves and the enchantment of the ocean's depths, Eira often found herself drawn to the surface, where the sky kissed the sea in an eternal embrace. She yearned for something more, something beyond the watery confines that bound her.
One evening, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting hues of gold and crimson across the expanse, Eira felt an irresistible pull. Guided by an unseen force, she swam towards the coast, her heart beating with a rhythm unfamiliar yet achingly familiar.
Emerging from the depths, Eira reached the rocky shore, the cool air kissing her skin as she shed her seal form and stepped onto land. With each step, she felt a sense of liberation, as if the weight of the ocean had been lifted from her shoulders.
Finding a secluded spot atop a cliff, Eira gazed out at the vast expanse of sea and sky before her. The wind tousled her hair, carrying with it the scent of salt and adventure. It was here, amidst the symphony of nature, that she felt truly alive.
As she watched the sun sink lower, painting the horizon in shades of violet and indigo, she heard some voices comming nearer....
[[ Hide!]]
[[Go back to the sea to stay safe]]
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As the voices drew nearer, Eira's curiosity piqued. She pressed herself against the rough surface of the large rock, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Peering cautiously around the edge, she watched as three men approached the cliff, their figures silhouetted against the fading light.
Their voices carried on the evening breeze, weaving tales of the world above, of celebrations and merriment in the nearby town. Eira listened intently, her senses attuned to every word.
Among the trio, one stood out—the most handsome of them all, with tousled brown hair and piercing green eyes that sparkled in the dimming light. Eira's heart skipped a beat as she watched him, a strange warmth spreading through her chest.
The men continued their conversation, discussing their plans for the evening. Eira's heart raced as she listened, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within her. She knew she should remain hidden, that it was not her place to interfere in the affairs of the land-dwellers. And yet, the longing in her heart urged her to stay, to glimpse the world beyond the sea.
As the men debated who they would take as their companions to the celebration, Eira's gaze remained fixed on the brown-haired man. She sensed a yearning in him, a loneliness that mirrored her own. Despite the distance between them, she felt a strange connection, as if fate itself had brought them together on this moonlit cliff.
[[Say hello]]
[[Stay behind your Rock]]
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As the voices drew nearer, Eira's heart fluttered with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Without hesitation, she stepped out from behind her rocky shelter, her eyes fixed on the approaching figures. The boys paused in surprise, catching a fleeting glimpse of her shimmering blonde hair before she turned away.
For a moment, Eira hesitated, the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders. But as the boys continued on their way, their voices fading into the distance, she knew what she had to do. With a deep breath, she sprinted towards the edge of the cliff, her heart pounding in her chest.
With a graceful leap, Eira dove into the water below, the cool embrace of the sea enveloping her. Underwater, she shed her human form, donning her selkie skin with practiced ease. With a flick of her tail, she disappeared into the depths, leaving behind the world of the land-dwellers in search of the answers her heart yearned for.<img src="https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIG3.q2Tzv5vPCCJ8IHYWOE7G?pid=ImgGn">
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As Eira emerged from her hiding spot, her presence seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, capturing the attention of the boys who stood before her. Their gazes lingered on her, enchanted by the radiance of her golden hair and the elegance of her silhouette against the darkening sky.
Summoning her courage, Eira approached them, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Hello," she greeted them, her voice a soft melody carried on the evening breeze.
The boys exchanged astonished glances before the one with mesmerizing emerald eyes stepped forward, a hint of mystery dancing in his gaze. "I'm Isaac," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards her.
Eira felt a rush of excitement as she shook his hand. "I'm Eira," she replied, offering a shy smile.
As they exchanged pleasantries, Eira sensed a deep connection forming between them, as if their souls had recognized each other across the expanse of time. The air crackled with anticipation as they conversed, the topic soon turning to the upcoming celebration.
With each passing moment, Isaac's demeanor shifted from reserved to confident, his charisma drawing Eira in like a moth to a flame. And when a brief lull fell over their conversation, he seized the moment to speak.
"Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the celebration tomorrow night?" he asked, his voice steady, yet tinged with a hint of mystery.
[[Say yes...]]
[[reject him...]]
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As Eira remained hidden behind the safety of her rocky refuge, her heart heavy with longing, she listened intently to the voices of the boys as they discussed the festivities awaiting them in the town. Their laughter echoed off the cliffs, mingling with the sound of the crashing waves below.
As the boys spoke excitedly about the celebration, Eira couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness deep within her chest. She longed to join them, to experience the joy and camaraderie of the land-dwellers' world. But the knowledge that she could never truly be a part of it weighed heavily on her soul.
[[It´s too dangerous, I have to stay hidden]]
[[ Maybe, I should try to say hello...]]
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Eira's heart soared at his question, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "I would be delighted," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
But even as she basked in the warmth of their shared moment, a gentle reminder whispered in her heart of the world she must return to beneath the waves.
With a reluctant sigh, Eira bid the boys farewell, her steps light as she made her way back through the low grass and bushes, disappearing into the embrace of the night. As she moved, a delicate scent trailed behind her, a blend of fresh flowers, citrus, and the comforting aroma of the sea.
Unseen by the boys, they caught a fleeting whiff of the enchanting fragrance that lingered in the air, leaving them momentarily entranced. Though surprised by Eira's sudden departure, they didn't dwell on it for long, their minds already turning back to the festivities awaiting them in the city.
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As the boys spoke excitedly about the celebration, Eira couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness deep within her chest. She longed to join them, to experience the joy and camaraderie of the land-dwellers' world. But the knowledge that she could never truly be a part of it weighed heavily on her soul.
As the conversation dwindled and the boys began to make their way back towards the town, Eira remained hidden, her heart heavy with the weight of her solitude. Though she yearned to step out from behind her rocky sanctuary and reveal herself to the boys, she knew that it was not meant to be.
With a heavy sigh, Eira watched as the boys disappeared from sight, their laughter fading into the distance. And as she remained alone in the stillness of the night, the only sound the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore, she couldn't shake the feeling of longing that lingered in her heart. For in that moment, she realized that sometimes, the greatest joys were the ones that remained just out of reach.
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As Eira remained hidden behind her rocky refuge, her heart heavy with longing, she listened intently to the voices of the boys as they discussed the festival. Each word seemed to echo in her ears, a reminder of the world beyond the sea that she longed to explore.
As the conversation continued, a sense of sadness washed over Eira. The realization that she would not be able to attend the festival, to experience the joy and excitement of the land-dwellers' celebrations, weighed heavily upon her. Yet, amidst the melancholy, a spark of determination flickered within her.
[[Say hello]] The night of the festival arrived, and with it came a sense of anticipation that electrified the air. Eira stood at the edge of the cliff, her heart racing with excitement as she donned her finest attire. Her dress shimmered like moonlit waves, adorned with pearls that sparkled like stars in the night sky.
As she made her way towards the town, the sounds of laughter and music grew louder, drawing her closer with each step. The streets were alive with color and movement, the air filled with the scent of flowers and the tantalizing aroma of food.
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Amongst the throngs of people, Eira's gaze searched for a familiar face. And then, as if by fate's design, she spotted him—Isaac, the handsome stranger from the cliffside. His eyes met hers across the bustling square, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
With a sense of purpose, Eira made her way towards him, her heart pounding with anticipation. As they reunited amidst the festivities, a warmth spread through her chest, washing away any lingering doubts or fears.
Together, they wandered through the maze of stalls and performers, their laughter mingling with the joyful cacophony of the crowd. And as they danced beneath the starlit sky, surrounded by the magic of the night, Isaac leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper against her ear.
"Do you know what this festival is truly about?" he asked, his eyes shimmering with a depth of emotion that took her breath away.
Eira shook her head, curiosity piqued. "No, what is it?" she inquired, her heart fluttering with anticipation.
Isaac's smile widened, his gaze unwavering. "It's a celebration of love," he explained, his words resonating deep within her soul. "A time to appreciate the connections that bind us together, no matter how fleeting or enduring."
And then, with a boldness that took her by surprise, Isaac extended his hand towards her. "Will you dance with me, Eira?" he asked, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.
[[Dance with him]]
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Without hesitation, Eira placed her hand in his, her heart soaring with a newfound sense of belonging. And as they twirled beneath the starry canopy of the night sky, she knew that this moment, this connection, was something she would cherish forever.
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With a gentle squeeze of Isaac's hand, she spoke up, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her chest.
"Would you like to grab some drinks and find a quieter spot to talk?" she suggested, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Isaac's eyes sparkled with intrigue as he nodded in agreement. "I'd love that," he replied, his smile widening.
Hand in hand, they navigated through the bustling crowd, the sound of laughter and music fading into the background as they found a secluded corner of the square. Settling into a cozy alcove, they ordered drinks and embarked on a conversation that flowed effortlessly between them.
As they talked and laughed, Eira felt a sense of connection blossoming between them, deepening with each passing moment. And as the night stretched on, she knew that this was just the beginning of an adventure filled with endless possibilities.
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"I'm sorry," she began, her tone soft yet resolute. "But I cannot join you at the festival tomorrow night."
The boys turned towards her, their expressions a mixture of surprise and disappointment. But Eira held her ground, her decision made with the knowledge that it was the safest course of action.
With a final glance towards the boys, Eira turned away, her steps heavy with the weight of her decision. Though sadness tugged at her heart, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her choice to prioritize her safety above all else.
And as she disappeared into the night, leaving behind the laughter and excitement of the boys, Eira knew that she had made the right decision, even if it meant sacrificing the chance to experience the joys of the land-dwellers' world. For in that moment, she chose to listen to the wisdom of her heart, and in doing so, she found a strength she never knew she possessed.
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Unsere Tage in der Seeaustraße 1 sind nun gezählt.
Wie schon oft angekündigt, ziehen wir In den Sommerferien 2025 um, und zwar in die Elektrastraße 61.
Dort befand sich seit 1970 das Wilhelm-Hausenstein-Gymnasium, das im Sommer 2024 in sein ganz neues und modernes Schulgebäude eingezogen ist.
Das Luitpold-Gymnasium soll ebenfalls ein neues Gebäude erhalten. Damit der Bau ungestört vorangehen kann und wir in Ruhe unser Schulleben fortsetzen können, werden wir für einige Jahre das vom Wilhelm-Hausenstein-Gymnasium verlassene Gebäude nutzen. Die Stadt München ist derzeit dabei, in der Elektrastraße einige Sanierungs- und Renovierungsarbeiten vorzunehmen, damit wir am 16. September dort gut starten können.
Wann wir zurück in die Seeaustraße ziehen können, steht noch nicht genau fest. Wahrscheinlich wird es zum Schuljahr 2030/2031 zurück an den Englischen Garten gehen – je nachdem, wie lange alles dauert.
Wir nehmen alles mit, was uns wichtig und lieb ist! Nicht nur Gegenstände und Personen ziehen um, sondern natürlich auch unsere Atmosphäre. Wir werden unseren schönen Standort vermissen und wehmütig sein, aber es gibt auch einen großen Vorteil: Wir werden mehr Platz für den Unterricht, zum Sporttreiben, für Begegnungen haben. In der Seeaustraße ist es jetzt schon sehr eng; für das neue G9, das im kommenden Schuljahr zum ersten Mal mit neun Jahrgangsstufen in den bayerischen Gymnasien unterrichtet wird, hätten wir nicht genug Räume. Da wir mehr Platz brauchen, soll ja auch die neue Schule gebaut werden.
