A Gentle Current

The low hum of running water drew my focus away from the cables. I navigated past the edge of the low cabinet until I reached a tall, dark wooden pedestal. Above me, faint emerald light rippled across the underside of a glass shelf, casting moving watery reflections over the floorboards. A thin, transparent hose trickled droplets steadily down into an open reservoir below. I approached with measured steps, grounding my trident into the seam of the wood. The quiet vibration against my palms confirmed active filtration—an enclosed aquatic system. I secured my stance by the baseboard to observe the steady rhythm. #DC #DCComics #TheDrowned(BryceWayne)