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Random mermaid
It is a well known that socks, left untended, develop all kinds of life. Perhaps when it's been left for a few centuries it's congealed into something with a soul. Although what could cause a sock to have shadows on its soul is beyond my ability to guess.
The night is clearer than ink. Well, our nights are. In the winter, at least. Cracking with cold and faint lights mingled with darkness, the sky so high up that the very presence of the air makes your head spin. Nights don't get much clearer than that.