I know not how her kind came to discover me, as the quick suffocation of their first offerings proved they were unable to breath even in the shallowest of waters. Perhaps they evolved from things I prayed upon many dreams ago, or the descendants of my own children, yet lacking the resemblance of either. Her call continues without pause and I have no doubt she could sustain it long after the Sun rises. No sense in waiting, I should go and begin this rather pleasant ritual so that I may sleep once again.
Just the slightest of movements and all sorts of creatures scurry off to locate a safer pocket. Some aren't so lucky as opportunistic predators turn the chaos into a feast. Over head, tiny steams of air bubbles race to explode in quite fizzle upon the surface. Though all this, while on the ocean floor ignites a flare of life and activity, will only be muted by the raging waves above. Still, her song hesitates, but continues again with renewed strength and a mysterious but alluring quality to her voice. She know I am coming.
On the slow and patient journey to the shore, I ponder why the offer at all, let alone one of their own. Do I perform some task when I'm asleep? Perhaps some unseen symbiotic benefit. Unknowingly keeping the storms at bay, or even stirring them to action. Why too does she offer her herself, so willingly? Does her tribe reward her handsomely each time she returns, or was it possible that like myself she enjoys the company? The thoughts of primitive minds forever locked away in an unfathomable abyss.
Little further now until I reach her and then gather her into my tendrils to take her off to some tide cut cave. There I will listen to her sing as I gently pet her, and sing she will, long throughout the night. Her notes changing seamlessly at first, slowly rising as I caress her, as if her kind evolved solely to be my instrument. Her song will end as usual in rapid stuccato, and then she'll drift to sleep as I hold her protectively, my offering.
The air is terribly cold as I breach through the waves, cold like death itself. Standing high upon a dark a jagged stone, she radiates with pure moon light, as if proclaiming her linage from some oyster I shucked so long ago. So proud and full of energy, she stands as if we were equals, though I tower over her even from a distance with many imposing stories. The realization of such, begins to show on her in slight quivers, but it's apparent she holds them back, fearless. I am here.
