There were things in the deep, things that walked on slimy legs beneath dark waters, their chants stirring fish and reeds. At night, when the fishermen’s children watched from the windows, they could see the lights burning far below, like stars in the night sky. As they slept, they dreamt of that dark kingdom, of castles of coral and rock and an ancient, scaly king seated on an ancient throne, wearing a crown of bone.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Sean Tan for providing the prompt photo!