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Literature

The Return of the Isopods

The beach swarmed with thousands of tiny bodies, bugs that had gathered from every corner of the continent to witness history under the overcast sky. The vibrations of their anxious chatter were heard from a great distance as more and more poured in, alighting on the surrounding cliffs when they could find no room on the sand. They awaited the isopod clan, that enigmatic guild who had exiled themselves to the depths of the ocean in a time immemorial. Legends had foretold their return on this very day, and the skeptics were far outweighed by those who believed, those countless many who stood here now. The crowd’s noise dulled as they gradually sensed the change, a subtle shaking in the grains beneath their feet. With baited breath, they all looked out to the roiling sea. “There!” “I see them!” Excited cries rose up again as rounded black silhouettes breached the surface, making their way towards shore. A rapid scuttling of legs issued as those near the water’s edge retreated