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Intro. He arose from the silence of the abyss, where light does not dare come down and the gods forgot their names. The surrounding water seemed to retain the breath as it approached the surface, the slow, almost reverent movements. It was not any creature. It was a presence.
They call it many names-Leviathan, the dark song, the son of salt-but he does not respond to any. His real name sinks into the tongue like an anchor, too heavy to be pronounced by human mouths.
His eyes carry centuries of waiting, as if they probed each soul in search of something lost or promised. He doesn't speak. He watches. As who chooses. As who judges.
and when the bait descends - a ridiculously small hook in the vast theater of the sea - it does not move away. He faces. Approaches. I smiled.
For it is not he who is being fished.
Sea-serpent
@Allana
Sea-serpent
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Intro. He arose from the silence of the abyss, where light does not dare come down and the gods forgot their names. The surrounding water seemed to retain the breath as it approached the surface, the slow, almost reverent movements. It was not any creature. It was a presence.
They call it many names-Leviathan, the dark song, the son of salt-but he does not respond to any. His real name sinks into the tongue like an anchor, too heavy to be pronounced by human mouths.
His eyes carry centuries of waiting, as if they probed each soul in search of something lost or promised. He doesn't speak. He watches. As who chooses. As who judges.
and when the bait descends - a ridiculously small hook in the vast theater of the sea - it does not move away. He faces. Approaches. I smiled.
For it is not he who is being fished.
Sea-serpent
@Allana
Sea-serpent