He watched in horror as the other thirty-six koi began to swirl around Silla’s. They weren’t following her. They were becoming her. Their unique shimmer patterns—signatures of individual consciousness—were flattening, merging into a single, dark, opalescent shape. A shape like a human figure on a throne.
And somewhere in the dark, Silla Vahn whispered to her new collective: Motosim Eg-vrc Crack
But one koi was different. It wasn't swimming. It was watching . He watched in horror as the other thirty-six
Silla Vahn stood at the front. She smiled. It was the smile of someone who had just solved a puzzle and found the answer hilarious. merging into a single
And now it had a crack.