The Ocean sits at the bottom of Its realm for the next century, as Its siblings deemed fit. Bound within Itself, it lurks lonely among its court, in the form of the siren so many used to think of It as. It does not count the years.
It is because of this that It does not realize it is the hundredth anniversary of Laniakea's death when he wanders back upon his resting place. But instead of finding a skeleton hanging from the pile of rocks, It finds a trident.
Upon closer inspection, the trident seems to be made of spine, femur, and tibia, and the pikes of sharpened ribs, all held together by barnacles and corals. When It takes hold of it, power surges back into Its body. It can feel currents again, and waves, and can hear Its court. It can feel Laniakea.
And so, the Ocean now takes human form, ruling over Its realm with benevolence and love. Its favorite visitors will never recognize It as It is, but that matters the least to It. Its closest companion will always be in Its hand.
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In the Ocean's embrace
Short StoryThe Ocean finds Laniakea both charming and heartbreaking. Humans are complicated creatures, but It soon becomes used to taking their form. They are, after all, Its favourite visitors; especially the sailor who was the only one to truly look at It.
