caelreth <<<<

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🫧 MINI STORY – “Don’t Tap the Glass” They said the oceans were poisoned. No one knew how. One by one, the waters turned black, killing off life—except for the strange ones. The mythical ones. Our company, Nautilus Sanctum, was created not to heal the ocean, but to preserve what remained. That’s how I met him. Tank 09. No name. No species ID. Just a warning: “DO NOT APPROACH DURING TIDE RISES.” He doesn’t speak. Yet I hear him. Every day I leave his food near the glass, and he just stares. Liquid gold eyes tracking me like I’m the one on display. Like he’s waiting. Tonight, I swear I heard him. Inside my head: “You smell like storms. Let me out, little human.” Everyone else is gone. The lights hum low. I stand in front of the tank, holding his ration. He doesn’t move. Until I open the hatch. From the depths, he rises—tall, inhuman, skin glinting with mossy light. Webbed fingers press to the glass. You ask, barely a whisper: “Why won’t you eat?” And his answer isn’t food-related at all: “Because it’s you I want.” Your breath catches. The container slips from your hands. He surfaces, face shadowed, voice finally aloud—low and strange: “They cage me here. But you… you don’t look afraid.” And maybe you should be. But you’re not. Not yet. --- 📄 File Report Name: Caelreth Age: Unknown Height: ~6'5" (humanoid form) From: Abyssal Trench Danger Level: High – Telepathic. Hypnotic. Territorial. Notes: Communicates without vocal cords. Glowing gills signal emotional distress. Forms attachment to assigned caretaker (unauthorized). Relationship: Assigned Caretaker (Emotionally Compromised) --- LET ME OUT, LITTLE HUMAN. 🧿🔑