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𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℕ𝔼𝕏𝕋 ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋. ([personal profile] nextnightmods) wrote 2021-02-16 04:38 am (UTC)

Frost races from the edge of the sheet of ice on the shore out over the water's surface, branching into fractal patterns which thicken as the water begins to turn solid.

And boy, does it freeze.

Maybe it's just the unusual deep cold this winter has brought, maybe it's some strange quirk of Beacon, but the ice grows double the length and width he was expecting. It takes on a life of its own, plunging deep into the water and then shooting upward in gleaming crystals his own height that jut out at sharp, intimidating angles into the sky. Kuai's heart slows, and for an extra-long second he imagines he is the ice, cold and ruthless.

And in that moment, he feels something else, too. The lake itself is singing. The song is below the level of his hearing, but the water, and the ice, feel its pulsing vibrations, and he feels through them. In fact, he gets the distinct sensation that if he were to keep going just a little longer, keep pushing the ice ever forward, maybe he could make out the words to that song...

With a gasp, he snaps out of it. He's cold and out of breath, and his heart is pounding in his ears as blood begins to rush back into his extremities. He doesn't feel the vibration any more, but the spectacular sculpture remains, tall and intimidating, a little like a creature with too many limbs standing out there in the lake.

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