myrmepropagandist on Nostr: On the beach, the sea was swelling. The black water rising-- but not as if the tide ...

On the beach, the sea was swelling. The black water rising-- but not as if the tide were coming in. Or rather it was exactly like the tide was coming in-- but only on a stretch of beach about 100 meters wide.

It took on a familiar form. It became gray, then pale white.

It was her. The isopod god.
She had great black angry eyes, and stout legs that ended in sharp points. She pierced the sand struggling on to the beach, clearly finding the influence of gravity without water unpleasant. 8/