I heard a whispered dream of you</style>

on the silver waves of the foamy sea</style>

"Ampere."

Seafoam stains white on the mare's blue ears, tendrils of whispers and promises of secrets told tomorrow, today, yesterday, forever- the ocean does not care.

In the deep there is no passage of sun and moon, no pitiful measurement of fluctuating worth against the constant rotation of heaven. Judgment, this is what the Gods cast from their pillars in the sky, the right they think they have gained from immortality, from power which is not theirs.

She laughs at their quarrels, or she would if she cared. But the ocean does not care.

"Ampere."

In the deep there is pressure, and cold, and dark, and in the deep there is her.

She has heard the song played by the strings of Ampere's heart, and it has intrigued her. In the deep she rumbles, and the ocean shifts, though the ripples which make it to the surface of the sea are imperceptible, incomprehensible, to any merely mortal eye.

With cold fingers she reaches for her quarry, her prey. Seafoam pours into orifice and skin, drowning organs, dousing fire, surrounding and savoring the quick-pulsing brain. There is a broken quality to the mare, and she is ready to devour it, extinguish weakness and replace it with cool, clean sea.

She is merciless; she does not judge.

She is the fifth god, the first demon, the last angel, the Leviathan.

And she is beautiful.

"Come to me, Ampere."

She instructs. She commands.

And the mare is helpless to do anything but obey, following, falling, into the fathomless deep.

---

The mare finds that she is not drowning, for she has not willed it to be so.

"Welcome, Ampere."

She is the only light in the darkness, and her visage is as terrible and beautiful as the treacherous sea. She extends, more vast than anything the mare could begin to comprehend.

She is flickering stars in an ocean of black, stars which spin in dizzying, seductive patterns, until they have rearranged into a singular form. She chooses the figure from the blue mare's mind, letting her prey - her guest - mold reality, projecting herself for greatest effect. She takes from Ampere everything she wants, desires, and makes it into silvery flesh, irresistible and cold.

She is beautiful, painfully so. Strong. Seductive. She glitters with power and water and sex. Whatever it is Ampere most wants, needs, she will be, for she is everything and nothing, can fill any space and fulfill any need. She smiles at the mare, and the smile is dazzling, demanding, comforting, flawless- but there is no true love in it, for the ocean does not care.

"Ampere," she whispers, her voice soft and inviting, waves lapping gently at a golden shore. "Won't you stay, forever, with me?"

She reaches out to caress the mare, running the length of her body along blue neck and flanks, nibbling and kissing, her touch the only warmth in the inky deep- and the mare has never been held like this, trapped by the endless, opulent sea.

It is a delicious cage, but a cage nonetheless, for the mare is only alive at her whim, and never has a mistress been more fickle than the sea.

[Ampere]