It was her childhood friend—the one she'd met years ago during a magical summer when they'd discovered a secret cove. But that memory had faded like a dream upon waking.

And together, they didn't fight—they remembered . They sang the old melody of the tides, a song Barbie didn't know she knew, but that lived in her bones like salt and starlight.

"I knew it," Barbie breathed. "It wasn't a dream."

"Sorry," she said, paddling in. "I was just… following a feeling."