The Blink of an I Contains Eternity
by SMYGO4EVA
Biscuit never really had a good grasp on who Palm Siberia was; it seemed to her that the woman was mercurial, ever-changing.
It was strange because in all her years, Biscuit usually had all the answers. She had learned from the best, she taught the best, and she always found the best treasure; it was who she was. She was glad to have the distraction, because she wouldn't know what to do otherwise.
She was wary of Palm at first glance; her shrunken irises, twisted hair, and her erratic disposition left much to be desired. Soon after, she didn't think much of her, as it was best to keep her distance. But when Palm had become a Chimera Ant, her blood ran cold and her mouth fell open in a short gasp. Her skin had become scaled, porcelain, translucent, her lips dark, and her entire being ethereal.
Looking at Palm now was like looking through a mirror, a crystalline blue, and Biscuit couldn't believe her eyes. She knew she couldn't look much longer, and yet she couldn't look away.
She was more radiant, an effervescent aura clinging to her like a shroud, her eyes brighter.
Biscuit never thought much of Palm at first, but this, this was different.
It wasn't Palm, and yet it was her; she had become a treasure and a curse all at once. Biscuit knew that much she was a treasure she couldn't have, and never would, and that was all right with her.