Gothendel<p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/OC" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>OC</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Story" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Story</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/art" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>art</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/illustration" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>illustration</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>writing</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/sealife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>sealife</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/ApiiChii" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ApiiChii</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/Gothendel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Gothendel</span></a><br>Drifting in silence, a creature as ancient as the Whorl glided peacefully through the cold, dark waters. A bioluminescent glow pulsed gently, a rhythm that breathed life into the still sea. Her light spread through the abyss, casting warmth in the vast emptiness, as if she were the heart of the ocean itself. The calm of the Whorl surrounded her, a place where time seemed to pause, and her presence, both a beacon and a memory.</p>