The golden polygons softened. The terminal eyes dimmed to a soft amber. And then, in a language Kaelen hadn't heard since before the Collapse, it hummed a single bar of an old lullaby. The one his mother used to sing when the power still worked and the sea was just the sea.
>_ ZENITH_PRIME: "THEN LET'S FINISH THIS." Zenith Hub Fisch Script
A hand made of golden polygons, warm light, and scrolling code. It grasped the line and pulled itself up—not out of the water, but out of the water's memory. The shape that emerged was not a fish. Not anymore. The golden polygons softened