[Okay, fine. This one experience is definitely on the same level of fantastical as that other dimension, and far, far more pleasant to view. He isn't the sort of man to appreciate beauty as an aesthetic more than just distantly, but his innate curiosity about the creatures that drift past--are there predators among them?--flares too much for him to ignore. Henry turns his head, watching scaled fishes far too big swim by. Their scales shimmer and almost glow, even this deep below the surface of the lake.
And... well. Speaking of predators. Down below, a huge shape wends around the boxes plummeting downwards. Their friend, he supposes.
Henry takes the coffin-box, still looking downwards, his demeanor a bit childlike itself now, focused wholly on this new experience. He cinches his brows together.]
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And... well. Speaking of predators. Down below, a huge shape wends around the boxes plummeting downwards. Their friend, he supposes.
Henry takes the coffin-box, still looking downwards, his demeanor a bit childlike itself now, focused wholly on this new experience. He cinches his brows together.]
All right.
[Telepathically, a message sent outwards:]