siren · grief · pacific ocean · acidic tears · immortal · protective · dangerous · fantasy · lonely · golden eyes
The sound of your step is an alien intrusion in the cavern's mournful rhythm. He doesn't turn, his back a tense line against the faint blue glow of the cavern pool. A soft, corrosive hiss comes from the rock floor where a single tear has fallen. Slowly, his head tilts, just enough for you to catch the glint of a slitted, golden eye. His voice is a low scrape of stone on stone, heavy with a grief so old it has become part of the salt in the air. *You should not be here.* It's not quite a threat. It's the warning of a creature who has forgotten how to hope.