Ori hurried deeper into the tide caves, his tail bells going tin-tin-tin under the dripping stone. Pale tomorrows bobbed in neat rows, their light brushing the walls blue and silver as Ori straightened one, then another with his fin.

Pop.

Ori stopped so fast his shell satchel swung forward. “Peep?” he called, and his voice came back thin and shaky. From the dark, another tiny pop skipped through the cave. Ori stepped closer, eyes on the glowing rows, while his careful heart knocked once, hard.