Two Eyes Cenote [ap] dancin’ in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine

“They are only worms,” she turns to Frolic, a curve of amusement to her lips, “but they are the deadliest of sirens. Ensnaring and consuming those who would be caught in their webs.”

“The glow lures prey. They think they see something beautiful. They do not realize it is their own deaths.”

Her steps ripple across the glassy lake. She draws closer to Frolic, to see what the girl makes of this secret.