“It has turned patience into architecture.”
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It grows its own furniture: three fins stretched into stilts half a meter long, planted on the seafloor, body held up in the current like a tent. The Tripod Fish faces into the flow and waits for dinner to drift into its mouth. It has never once chased anything.
It stands its posts along the Midnight's current lanes, a row of living tripods facing the same direction like an audience. The drifters come; the Tripod Fish do not move; the arrangement works.
Stilts that long are an investment. The young tripods are growing theirs taller each generation, reaching for faster water. One day they'll be standing in a current that carries more than food.
“The young tripods are growing their stilts taller every generation, reaching for faster water — and the Stiltfarmer's braid is already farming up there. The old standers say the current is changing. The old standers have never been wrong about current.”
The stilts grow taller. The current is changing.
No sunlight has ever reached here. Anglerfish hold solitary lure-territories under the Treaty of the Lure: a light is sovereign ground, and stealing another’s glow is war.
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