reality whispers a different tune underwater
we are a friend of the sea The voice(s) agree. As the King descends, the light begins to sparkle, as if a thousand small shards of glass were filtering down from the moonless sky.
we came here on a current, all the way from the north where the water comes from the leaves. from there we travelled, pushed on by glaciers until the hot lands melted us and we were free to move again. once we lived above the ground in the leaves, but we like it here. we float through the kelp forests anytime we feel lonely.
Through the haze of gentle light, small spherical shapes begin to become distinct. Only a few of them, perhaps 10 or so, and all smaller than the size of a fist.
we came here on a current, all the way from the north where the water comes from the leaves. from there we travelled, pushed on by glaciers until the hot lands melted us and we were free to move again. once we lived above the ground in the leaves, but we like it here. we float through the kelp forests anytime we feel lonely.
Through the haze of gentle light, small spherical shapes begin to become distinct. Only a few of them, perhaps 10 or so, and all smaller than the size of a fist.
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