Whalebones

Two jagged cream-colored whalebones, bleached by time and salt, lie half-buried in the illusionary void. Their curves catch the light from the glowing table, casting sharp shadows across Tegan’s face as she snatches at the distraction. The fragments feel unnervingly real in her grip—cold, solid, and weighty—before melting back into the dreamscape’s fabric, defying the void’s usual instability.