Title: The Coral Requiem
The water here is not blue; it is a thick, suffocating indigo that tastes of salt and ancient death. I am bound to a cross of calcified bone and iridescent coral, my limbs fused to the structure by a slow-growing, parasitic fungus. I am no longer a man. I am a lapping wave, a drifting current, a fragment of a consciousness that has forgotten the feeling of air. The ritual is a slow process. It...
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