[ Before Diluc the water swells into a bubble, unnatural in how perfect it is, how round and viscous and clear. There's movement within that, at first glance, looks to be only churning water swirling in ceaseless undulations around and around just under the surface. Certainly nothing suspicious going on here.
There is still no sound from Childe, no sign of his brightly colored hair or his laugh or his smile. The waves continue to be pulled back as though drawn like a curtain by an invisible thread, revealing the smooth, polished stone of the ocean floor beneath.
However, the bubble stays in place and only just chooses to rise from the depths, a perfectly circular structure that spins with some unseen force, faster and faster and faster until -
- it explodes, not in a spray of water but in shapes. A starfish here, a dolphin there, a weaving, bobbing whale that floats on the currents with a haunting cry. They do not spring for Diluc but simply float towards him, sparkling and shimmering in what sun there is. They orbit gently around his head, around his body, dipping in but never touching, waiting for only a touch, a brush to dissipate into mist. ]
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There is still no sound from Childe, no sign of his brightly colored hair or his laugh or his smile. The waves continue to be pulled back as though drawn like a curtain by an invisible thread, revealing the smooth, polished stone of the ocean floor beneath.
However, the bubble stays in place and only just chooses to rise from the depths, a perfectly circular structure that spins with some unseen force, faster and faster and faster until -
- it explodes, not in a spray of water but in shapes. A starfish here, a dolphin there, a weaving, bobbing whale that floats on the currents with a haunting cry. They do not spring for Diluc but simply float towards him, sparkling and shimmering in what sun there is. They orbit gently around his head, around his body, dipping in but never touching, waiting for only a touch, a brush to dissipate into mist. ]