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They weren't human, though they wore faces of such porcelain perfection that looking at them too long made one’s heart ache. They were statues of translucent glass, hollow and filled with a swirling, bioluminescent mist. No one knew who carved them or how they washed ashore perfectly upright, spaced exactly ten paces apart.

From that day on, the people of Giricdszip no longer whispered their pain to the glass. They sang their hopes, and the shore was never dark again. BeautiesGiricdszip

When the tide rushed back in to claim the statues, Elara’s Beauty didn't sink. It shattered into a thousand glowing shards that transformed into a school of silver fish, forever providing for the village. They weren't human, though they wore faces of