50,000 Years into theFuture

part 2 for "Glory to the Astral Kingdom"

The ocean floor is a graveyard. Jagged shards of bone jut up out of the shifting black muck like scimitars as bodies drift down from the surface, clothes in tatters waving like flags of surrender in the current. They pile, bent in abject obeisance at the foot of my girl’s throne. They kiss her feet encrusted with pink and turquoise coral, writhing with sightless white worms with gaping, sucking maws.
Her face is gone, her tongue, eaten. Her cheekbones are pearls under the ebon caves where her bright eyes once were.
Strangely mutated hammerheads (thorns erupting from around their gills and along their undulating sides) circle the convocation spiraling closer and closer, occasionally snatching morsels from the bellies and thighs of the falling pilgrims.
The cold water comes carrying violet jellyfish. Their tentacles entangle with her hair as a white light forms – a glowing sphere that expands slowly from her exposed ribs, twists out like ribbons and reaches toward the jade surface where shadows slide through the shimmering sun shafts cutting through to the depths.