A small voice drifted through his mind, gently dancing among the dreamy conjurations. The surreal world the abyssal was lost in faded away and, again, the voice called out to him. His eyes opened slightly as he peered out into the dark depths of his home. One by one, the nodes that tipped his sails sprung to life. The soft light they emanated bathed the world around him in shades of purple. Sweeping his gaze back and forth, the abyssal found not a soul hidden between the silt and rocks. Only rolling currents and the out-of-place foliage delicately placed through supernatural means had kept him company during his nap. Stretching his serpentine body, Kalli glanced towards the open water above. Somewhere up there was a small creature he unfortunately couldn’t bring himself to chase off. “...coming,” he grumbled as he pulled himself away from the comfort of the weedy grasses leaving behind a thick cloud
