Madness string 760

Random mermaid
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.

They've taken fat, they've double-coated it in fat, they've fried it in more fat, and then they've served it with a side order of fat.