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Dry-Eyes looked around, then led Emily across the bridge to one of the towers. Walking felt strange, the water pushing back as she stepped forward. Up close, the tower had the organic striated ripples of a shell. Emily reached out a hand to touch it, but a glance from Dry-Eyes stopped her.

“We don’t want to wake everyone.”

Emily shrugged and followed Dry-Eyes inside. They were in a chamber that was something between a hall and a room, the smooth floor sloping away with the curve of the wall to dim vanishing points. There was no furniture or ornament, just an impression of labyrinthine space and Emily thought it looked like a parking garage would if it had been grown instead of built.

“Let me see the compass.” Dry-Eyes interrupted Emily’s gawking, holding out her hands. Grateful she’d kept it in a pocket and not in the backpack—which she didn’t want to open underwater, no matter how breathable it was—Emily handed it over. While Dry-Eyes took readings from it, drifting to different points in the chamber, Emily wandered around. The walls had the same rippling shell texture as the outside, but lighter in colour. She wrinkled her nose, trying to remember what the pearlescent inside of a shell was called. Nacar? Whatever. She still wanted to touch the walls, but folded her arms, waiting for Dry-Eyes.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.