There was something truly natural and beautiful to this kind of stillness, but it was also a strange, exotic and foreign image, a kind of thing that nobody who dwelled on the surface saw of the lightless depths, where nothing seemed to move, the currents just stopped and all was darkness and stillness. It could be surreal and strange feeling to those unaccustomed, of which Vira-Lorr was without question one. Her eyes darted about as they moved, wary of possible threaats.

Vira-Lorr looked into the depths of the box, her eyes narrowed as she observed the strange, tentacled carvings. one in particular caught her eye and she held it up, looking at the thing with a dubious curiosity before looking over at Makoto. Did she have any thoughts of these things?