Contrary to what he had anticipated, his gaze fell upon an entity that seemed to defy the boundaries of his expectations. Rather than encountering the natural form he had prepared himself for, his eyes fell upon something else. He couldn’t quite figure out what it was but this wasn’t what he had expected. John took a step back. Something felt off…
Its motions were devoid of the fluid spontaneity typically seen in nature; they felt intentional, following some arcane rhythm, as it undulated and spiraled within the confines of the bowl. John felt a shiver of disbelief, quickly followed by a thrill of confusion. “This can’t be,” he murmured to himself, his mind whirling.