Its broad, huge, hill-like body is blurred on the front edge of the ghost bird, shaking slightly as if it had fallen into the towering body of a different-dimensional biologist. She could almost jump and fall on its back, but its body parts could barely be recognized. Its flat and broad head is directly connected to its trunk and has already crossed the lighthouse in the east. Its mouth is like a huge curved arc. The black ridges on both sides of its body are like whales’ faces, and the smell of dried seaweed and kelp is on its back. Its back is covered with cyan and white barnacles, dotted with thousands of pits. This is a long time in deep water, and the result is like a tidal pit. The huge brain has been immersed in water for a long time, and the biologist’s skin and other monsters have clashed, resulting in gray scars.
It has many twinkling eyes that bloom like flowers and anemones-simple and ordinary-all over the body, like picking a living constellation from the night. Her eyes, ghosts and birds’ eyes are numerous and they are staring at her unblinkingly. It broke into the ground floor to search. It sings, whimpers and roars. The ghost bird […]