Mermaid in a Snowglobe

Set up on a glossy wooden shelf, a snow globe swirls with an ocean of life. Twirling and splashing through fountains of bubbles, a siren rises and floats on a waterspout. Preening on her aqueous throne, glowing droplets clash and forcibly reform into an opalescent rainbow cloud beneath her iridescent mother-of-pearl scale-encrusted tail.

🫧⋆｡˚°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧⋆｡˚°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧⋆｡˚°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧⋆｡˚°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Taking the sphere in both my palms, instantly, I feel transformed. Splashing into a warm, salty sea. Glitter raft coalescing beneath my redistributed weight. Excitement buoyed me, fin and soul. Caught up to the surface of the oxygenated cavity, the inside of a bubble, surface tension releasing all trace of apprehension until noise piques my captive interest. Intent on peeking, I flop and flip, met with an unexpected spray of foam from my tail's pointed tips. Aerated patches of flotsam collect about me while I drift face down, peering into the frantically churning whip.

🫧･:*🔮🧜‍♀️🔮*:･🫧🫧･:*🔮🧜‍♀️🔮*:･🫧🫧･:*🔮🧜‍♀️🔮*:･🫧

Inverting, I dive under. It's the only answer to the salty problem currently presenting itself. I plunge into the drink, propelling myself till I hear my weighty pearl necklace clink. I've hit rock bottom as the globe swirls in topsy-turvy inversion. I flounder and hover, circling through liquid, clear glacial blue. I have a front-row view of the crystal ship's arrival. Biding my time to see what will turn the tides anew. The gravity suddenly reversed once again.

🫧.ೃ࿔*:･🫧⋆｡˚°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･﹏𓊝﹏:･*.ೃ࿔⋆🫧⋆｡˚°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧

Stationed at the bow of the rising schooner. Grasping hold of my weathered sister as I quickly fly on by. The figurehead, my sirenian savior, if I can cling to her tightly enough. Hanging eye to carved eye, tails intertwined. Roughly disjoined in the channeled updraft. A vortex, the transforming magic of swirling air unseen. Mechanical energy drives the endless tides rolling in the shaken sphere of sunken treasures and singing seas.

🔮🌊⋆｡🧜‍♀️𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°🧜‍♀️🫧﹏𓊝﹏🌊⋆｡🦪𝄞⋆˚꩜｡🧜‍♀️🫧🔮

This brand-new appendage is a parabolic force to be reckoned with. I flip and spin, diving, guided by my sleek opalescent fin, gaining momentum, even in the oily suspension. Dashed to scintillating pieces as I hit the glassy surface of the tippling ceramic shipwreck. Chunks and ribbons skid and knock about in the twinkling, sloshy liquid. At last, they come to a frozen stop, slipping slowly beneath the density gradient. Swallowed by the lustrous settling potion. I return to myself, standing, snowglobe in hand, and replace the enchanted object. Setting it gently in the specially formed stand. Placed front and center on the mantlepiece.

K.B. Silver