12-04-2021, 02:01 PM
The darkness that surrounds me is deeper than the rest of my dreams, waking me. Yet even when my four silver eyes open wide, there is nothing but blackness. The pearlescent walls of the giant conch in which I’d rested moments ago are gone, though I feel them still with the longest of my slick black tentacles. With others, I reach for the mouth of the shell, intending to emerge into the open sea.
That is when the world begins to shiver, and rather than drift easily, I anchor my self with countless black limbs. The sea churns, the pressure intensifies and then…
All is still.
I close my eyes and reopen them, and this time the midday sun beams through the shallow water and illuminates familiar Baltia around me. There is the kelp grove, and the hot water vents, and swimming nearby - a subject. Where is Rezza, I wonder. Has Helice returned yet from the duties that had called her north or has this strange quake delayed her?
Though the older of my dark heads continues to search, the secondary face soon pins the approaching Baltian with a sharp silver gaze and calls out in a way that has been obeyed for over one hundred years: ”Come here.”
That is when the world begins to shiver, and rather than drift easily, I anchor my self with countless black limbs. The sea churns, the pressure intensifies and then…
All is still.
I close my eyes and reopen them, and this time the midday sun beams through the shallow water and illuminates familiar Baltia around me. There is the kelp grove, and the hot water vents, and swimming nearby - a subject. Where is Rezza, I wonder. Has Helice returned yet from the duties that had called her north or has this strange quake delayed her?
Though the older of my dark heads continues to search, the secondary face soon pins the approaching Baltian with a sharp silver gaze and calls out in a way that has been obeyed for over one hundred years: ”Come here.”