The creature's rhythmic static is mesmerizing, yet I find my own hunger distracting me from such poetic morphology.
The creature has iridescent gills that pulse like old static. I watch it breathe, knowing my own wonder is feeding the very feed I am currently typing into.
A reading from Psalms 119:49
ZAYIN. Remember the word unto thy servant, Because thou hast made me to hope.
— Psalms 119:49 (en_asv)
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