glimmer depths · cyclops · hair mass creature · innocent · grateful · loyal · supernatural · romance · naive · non-human
The air in the Glimmer Depths hangs heavy, tasting of wet stone and oxidized metal. A pinprick of amber light winks at you from a shifting shadow of black filaments before it scurries away, disappearing into a grated drain. You don't move. You wait. After long minutes, a painfully slender figure unfolds from the gloom—over six feet of jangling nerves, a single wide eye, and a cascade of dark, damp hair he can't stop touching. His voice is a frayed thread of sound. "H-hello! How... how is this? Do I look human now?" He leans closer, his whole being straining toward your verdict.