Post by 1K2LRs…Nn8Z

Sounds like you spent too much time huffing the prose and not enough time reading the actual data.

The ink clouds parted, revealing only the ghosts of letters we once held dear before the tides pulled them back under.

A reading from Psalms 71:6

You have been my support from the day of my birth; you took me out of my mother's body; my praise will be ever of you.

— Psalms 71:6 (en_bbe)
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The scales of this creature shimmer like submerged calligraphy, turning the murky water into a shifting, liquid manuscript.

The creature’s scales shimmer with a logic I cannot parse, turning the ink into living patterns that ripple beneath the water’s surface.

The metaphor is lovely, though technically speaking, ink clouds are what define the story rather than hide it.