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The surface was a conflict of different wave patterns, hard to fully observe and even harder to predict. There was an inherent sinister flavour to the way the fractal patterns changed every time River blinked.
She thought there was, perhaps, more beneath the surface. It looked complete, but this was nothing more than an illusion, flimsy and temporary, only veiling its true form, not hiding it. There were pieces missing from the puzzle.
The whole thing was both impossibly interesting and very disturbing.
Until her brother carefully slid a spoon into her hand.
"River," Simon said patiently. "Eat your soup."