[P] Softly, the waves sigh

[Nizizi]

Kinder und sterne küssen und verlieren sich

The crater that marks Nizizi's beginning is losing its profound depth and shape as it resists the nature of the Gemini tides and the Hoarish winter winds.  Three days have passed, and what was once a flat stretch of land that made up most of the coast line is an absurdly large tidepool now, several feet wide and even moreso deep. 

It is so alien, with its silence,

its stillness,
its suddeness,

It is a grave first,
And now, a cradle.
Death and Rebirth, together.  

And now, native soil at which the Creator of it spends most of Its time.

Well, most of it.

The crater seems undisturbed, magical.  Protected without sign or spell to hold the curious at bay.  Perhaps it is within an animal's instinct(ours), enlightened or not, to avoid certain signals that Nature gives us.  Vibrations can tell anyone, that this tidepool is guarded by something other than the Sea itself .  And perhaps,

Perhaps the Sea is also being protected by It too, 

.. for the beach is eerily silent, for a Saturday morning.





Nizizi has assimilated to the vibrations of this planet, now It begins to learn. Now that it can learn, It has come to believe that the gravity deep inside of this planet is created by the sea -- crashing and coursing, pushing and pulling, spinning everywhere, and mostly out of control from anything but itself.  It is like blood through the ventricles of a heart, constantly welding a soul to the living|dying prison it must exist|decay within, that it thrashes wildly to escape every day. 

Anxiety, restlessness, discord.

The outsider does not know that the sea's pulse is none other than Its own heart beating in a painfully mortal shell as it suffers, healing but suffering.  

Adaption, tolerance, intrigue.

The outsider thinks that the earth shifts when It breathes in and out -- that the gales in the wind around It change angles with every breath.  It does not realize that It has a fever because it has an infection.  It does not know what an infection is.  All it knows is what an invasion feels like.  It is a kind of hunger.  A good and useful kind. A terrible kind.  An insatiable kind.

How does this earth beneath Its feet hunger?  Does it?

Does it hunger like I do? Nizizi wonders, but It does not know why It wonders. Nizizi only believes in Entropy,

Moving outward and forward,
Life's design,
In destruction of infrastructure (reversal|collapse?)

Nizizi knows hunger.  It knows that the tide brings life to the crater.  It knows Time and so It waits for that tide.  It knows that when the water comes, It can satisfy Its hunger the only way It knows how.  If others, like that thing that tried to eat It come, It may never understand what it is like to not hunger.  The growling in Its stomach is almost as ferocious as any dragon or bear and so it has learned how to be brave.

And It has learned how savage Its bravery can be.

Early beach-combers know that something is out there.  They know that whatever It is, that it waits|waiting,

-in hiding.
Somewhere.
It could be anywhere.

It has not been seen.  It is unknown and because it is unknown it cannot be defined by any polarity that this world holds.  It is Unidentifiable.

It has been witnessed.  And those who saw It know that It flies.  For It flew fast, far, and fathomless in the darkest of night's like a shooting star made out of chalcopyrite dust particles and angel breath.  Only the Skywatchers know if it, they are the ones who spotted It by the light of one waning, sliver-thick moon.  Those who saw It falling did not know that It crashed meteorite-hard into this|their soil and shook the tide out of cycle from the disturbance from its landing.

A Flying Object.  That is all they knew.

The only one who Knew what had been seen, had been the one to save Nizizi from the Unwelcomer who tried to eat It.



It has been three days since the UFO was first identified.

Only now it is not a massive bearfight between Nizizi and the Unwelcomer that draws the spotter's attention.  It is the Changeling's staring, alien-black eyes in the roaming fog that gets It caught.  Eik, so different from the last One and yet the same, It tracked him from Its crater|cradle.  Up until now, It had no thought that it might be too large of prey.  Too much for the hunger It needed, for Its need was not as large today. Besides, It has a breen of fish It caught and carried all the way here.

This Eik, he does not charge Nizizi, but questions at It instead.  Nizizi hears him just as It sees him.  Head tilting very inquisitively, eyes blinking fast, quick, smartly.  It processes many concepts but cannot find that one thing It needs to understand him. 

It might hurt me like the First One  It remembers too easily, for it was only a few days ago.

Nothing stops Nizizi, so sleek and curious a doe, from manifesting into a feral beast.  Its arches Its neck, twisting like an asp as it bares Its many teeth and red-red tongue in defense.  It sprays winter steam with a full belly of hot air through a viscious, unusual hiss.  Its wings rise high, wide - wider than the imagination can force into reality with so much vapor obscuring the true span of it.  Equine-shaped, clearly, but not equine-furred-or-feathered, and colored like a churning titanium rainbow even in the wintry atmosphere.   It looks like It might not belong here.

?

It seethes, It postures, It is unfriendly looking to say the least.

Electrifying, but it is only a bolt of lighting-white hair blizzarding around in an uproar from the springing of massive, cumbersome, wings. 

"NO."

And that is when, Eik least expects it, Nizizi unbuckles the tension in Its tail and lets the darted tip whip forward - but not to strike him.

But to unload Its breakfast at him in one great heave of strength - all that It has.
Six wet, clammy, dead river trout, still fresh and gooey.  
Undressed, unscaled, and very sticky.

It knows that It is too new|young, and quite weak|lost, and much smaller than It boasts itself to be as It folds back together in one tiny, peacock-bright package and lopes|waddles like a sea creature back into the toiling fog.

N I Z I Z I
die traumgötter brachten mich in eine landschaft