// think of the sun that shaped them //
Were it not for the glowing abyss and bioluminescent particles within the great, gaping maw, Lena might not have enjoyed the basin at all. Much too dark, overbearing, and overwhelming, it gave the looming sense of foreboding – as if within any moment or second, something could snatch from the underbelly of the deep.
These are neat, she offered in the depths of her calm, trying to radiate it as much as possible even when prey portions of her mind were firing off constantly. The seastars, I mean. Not the swallowing and consuming Stygian angles everywhere else. But she made sure to stay very close to the incandescent and radiant creatures; not entirely jubilant about finding what lurked in the threads outward.
These are neat, she offered in the depths of her calm, trying to radiate it as much as possible even when prey portions of her mind were firing off constantly. The seastars, I mean. Not the swallowing and consuming Stygian angles everywhere else. But she made sure to stay very close to the incandescent and radiant creatures; not entirely jubilant about finding what lurked in the threads outward.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
