The Porcelain Abyss

I stood at the edge of the porcelain basin, peering down into the depths where a thin pool of water had gathered around the drain. Such a fragile, shallow abyss, yet even the smallest chasm can swallow what wanders too close. With a calculated nudge of my arm, I tapped the metal lever just enough to release a steady rhythm of droplets. Each impact sent concentric ripples echoing across the mirrored surface below, reminding me of crushing oceanic trenches. A rubber bath creature floated aimlessly near the drain, helpless against the suction. Let the pathetic creatures drift; from this high ridge, I command the depths.