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mewsbawks2022-11-16 12:30 am
composalvation) wrote in mewsbawks2022-11-16 12:30 am
[for applehearted]
[Human discovery is a force that is forever pushing forward, forever reaching into the unknown to understand it. When the unknown becomes known, curiosity keeps humanity moving forward, on and on and on. New species of flora and fauna are discovered every day, and with these discoveries comes the desire to study. To understand.
But with this desire to understand comes the desire to control. To find out what makes a creature tick, so that it might tick for them. It seems inevitable, then, that when the discovery of beings once thought to be pure myth and legend came to light, it took only a handful of years for them to be treated as commodities.
Forest nymphs, used as living, portable greenhouses. Minotaurs, yoked and branded like beasts of burden.
Sirens, captured and confined to display their ethereal beauty.
It's quite the spectacle, when one of Tokyo's biggest aquariums reveals that they're set to put one of these prized creatures on display. It'll put that aquarium up in Okinawa with it's whale sharks to shame, they say. But the siren is... uncooperative. It needs time to acclimate, they say. So while the tank is complete, while the display built around it is bright and new, thick curtains cover the glass, obscuring the habitat from the eyes of the public. Those who approach, to try and get a sneak peek at what's inside, come away disappointed. They say there's nothing inside. Perhaps this is all just a publicity stunt?
But in the evenings, as the crowds begin to wane and the sun outside sets, some might be able to hear a song echoing through the halls of the aquarium. It is a song of pain, of loss, of an all-encompassing, bone-deep loneliness. A soul calling out, reaching out, yearning for... something.
Do you follow it, Mafuyu?]
But with this desire to understand comes the desire to control. To find out what makes a creature tick, so that it might tick for them. It seems inevitable, then, that when the discovery of beings once thought to be pure myth and legend came to light, it took only a handful of years for them to be treated as commodities.
Forest nymphs, used as living, portable greenhouses. Minotaurs, yoked and branded like beasts of burden.
Sirens, captured and confined to display their ethereal beauty.
It's quite the spectacle, when one of Tokyo's biggest aquariums reveals that they're set to put one of these prized creatures on display. It'll put that aquarium up in Okinawa with it's whale sharks to shame, they say. But the siren is... uncooperative. It needs time to acclimate, they say. So while the tank is complete, while the display built around it is bright and new, thick curtains cover the glass, obscuring the habitat from the eyes of the public. Those who approach, to try and get a sneak peek at what's inside, come away disappointed. They say there's nothing inside. Perhaps this is all just a publicity stunt?
But in the evenings, as the crowds begin to wane and the sun outside sets, some might be able to hear a song echoing through the halls of the aquarium. It is a song of pain, of loss, of an all-encompassing, bone-deep loneliness. A soul calling out, reaching out, yearning for... something.
Do you follow it, Mafuyu?]