> A questing tentacle
Gleaming, it rises from the zee. It coils lazily around a zailor, who does not speak, or cry out. She only steps into its embrace, and is gone.
No one
Ask, and no one will answer.
Did you imagine it?
The zee is quiet. Nothing stirs. But you saw the moon-pale limb of the monster... was it there? Did the zailor leap? Surely you didn't push her. Surely.