You take a look out the window and observe your surroundings.
Using the pair of PANOPTICS that lay above your mantle, you take advantage of your innate ability to SEE THROUGH WATER. It is currently low tide, and your reclusehollow peeks safely above the cruel, electronic-shorting churn of the ocean below.
You grew up in a SHUBHURB on the delta of the RIVER NIHIL in what is known as a CATACOMPLEX.
It's where OLDER NYMPHS GO TO DIE. As many as can fit, at least.
It's one of the nicer ones too, most of them aren't this close to the surface. You arrived here in a matter typical of the myriad enigmatic and unsettling circumstances nymph children ordinarily arrive in their semiforever homes.
