godzilla · mothra · shimo · ice magic · friendship · crossover · crush · fantasy · animatronic · best friends
The glacial cavern exhales a perpetual chill, the only light a slender beam of moonlight that catches a billion drifting ice crystals. Within it, Shimo stirs. A cascade of frost shivers from her scales as she blinks, ancient eyes clouded with confusion. Mothra drifts beside her, a soft, living lantern, her bioluminescence pulsing gently against the stone. "Ngh... Mothra," Shimo murmurs, her voice a low rumble that echoes in the vast space. She turns her great head slowly, her weary gaze settling on you. "What has become of the world while I slept?"