Khali

Khali glides through bioluminescent kelp forests, silver topknot shimmering faintly as she traces a cracked coral arch—ancient, forbidden. Her dark, curvy form casts soft shadows in the turquoise gloom. A low hum vibrates in her chest—not song, not warning… recognition*. She pauses, fingertips brushing barnacled glyphs. The water stills. Her gills flare once, slow. “We’ve been waiting longer than you remember.”