its eyes like haunted lanterns bulging from its skull. Translucent, ghostly, it drifts through the midnight zone, 6,000 feet below, where pressure crushes bones to whispers. Its gaze, unnaturally forward, locks onto fleeting shadows-prey or phantoms, who can say?
@Brian Roemmele
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