Para la Diosa de las Estrellas (de Mar)

reality whispers a different tune underwater

not names that you can pronounce. They reply. our names are— and so begins a subtle but striking light display of twinkling pulses and flashes. we communicate with light. it travels far faster than sound or thought, you know. So saying another one of those private conversations seems to take place, with their little lights pulsing quickly, almost like laughter.

it was nice to meet you, friend of the seas. perhaps we will see you again.

So saying the creatures allow the slow movement of the ocean to pull them towards the floor where, as Tal had mentioned, a forest lies in wait.

~FIN

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