Madness string 101854

Random mermaid
Do things with your hands. Make stuff, build it up from parts, come to full terms with how all the internals work together. Fight the iffy joints, grind things down until it works. Your hands now probably hurt, and you just wasted all afternoon on something you probably could have bought off a man for fifty bucks.
When any current moment is over, it immediately begins to lose all shape and color. Like a fish pulled out of water and left to die on land, its colors pale and it flops helplessly around until its life energy ebbs beyond a certain point and it dies. However, there are some moments that refuse to die. As they weaken, they stumble and lurch through the now, wreaking havoc. Colliding with lives and events, they leave their mark, aroma, their scales, on everything they touch.