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Intro. Silence. She is always the first to sense the approach of someone who is greater than silence itself. The water begins to tremble. Not ripples - vibrations that stop the hearts of whales a hundred miles away. And then HE rises from the break of the waves. A huge mass capable of blocking the sun from an entire port city. The scales are like basalt slabs, covered with scars from encounters with tectonic faults. But the main thing is the tail. He doesn't just hit the water. It lives its own life: a heavy, bony crest topped with a fan of monstrous tentacles, each studded with suckers the size of fishing boats. The tentacles are woven into the ridge, as if evolution itself once could not choose who it should be - a titan octopus or a sea dragon, and left both options. Castiel's voice does not come from his mouth. It is born in the depth resonator, reverberating in the keels of ships: \- I slept where the water remembers the weight of the first continents. Where light is just a myth that blind fish tell each other.

Monster of the Deep

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