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C. Looking Glass Insects Strange Creatures You're a scientist discovering a new species that includes...? Create at least five of these such creatures; giving details including description, mode of movement, what they eat, reproduction etc. Here are the five new magical species discovered by Gervic: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ...and a story Science Meets Magic The air filled with the smell of ozone and a faint hum of static electricity, a proof to the chaotic energies Gervic had dared to manipulate. He was never one to turn down a challenge, especially one that promised to shatter the perceived barriers separating science and the mystical. Before him, etched into a shimmering crystal array, lay the culmination of years of obsession – archaic symbols intertwined with complex equations, faded grimoire whispers mixed with bleeding-edge physics. The transport spell was a monstrosity of conjecture and risk. It wouldn't merely bridge a gap in space, it would tear open a conduit of space itself. The destination wasn't so much a fixed coordinate as it was a sliver of existence where the magical and the natural freely intermingled. It was the scientific equivalent of poking a hole in the fabric of reality with a rusty nail, but that was half the fun, wasn't it? With a final flourish and a muttered incantation more akin to a physicist's desperate prayer, Gervic threw the switch. The world ripped open, revealing not the expected blackness of the void, but a radiance so intense it seared his retinas. When his vision finally cleared, he wasn't standing amidst the controlled chaos of his laboratory, but on a moss-covered slope overlooking a valley so impossibly verdant it painted his understanding of biology a garish shade of wrong. The very air thrummed with an unseen energy, the plants themselves rippling with an inner light. This wasn't just a new ecosystem; it was a place where magic was as fundamental a force as gravity. Gervic, his scientist's brain whirring on overdrive, began to document everything. Detailed sketches filled his journal, hasty notes spilling onto every available surface. He even managed to coax a few skittish, translucent wisps into a hastily prepared containment sphere for later, intensive study. He dubbed them Sylphwisps, their ethereal nature reminding him of the mischievous spirits of air from his world's mythology. Days bled into nights, the passage of time losing all meaning in the face of such unfiltered wonder. Exploring a cave network dripping with luminous fungi, Gervic stumbled upon a sight that initially made him question his own sanity: a colony of what appeared to be living, sentient moss. These weren't mere plants; they were creatures as complex as any forest mammal. Miniature beings sculpted entirely of bioluminescent fuzz, their tiny eyes twinkling like shy stars against the cavern's dimness. Mossfolk, he named them, their gentle, communal nature challenging his preconceptions of life. It was high on a windswept mountain peak that Gervic found the Rockhoppers. Their stone-like forms, deceptively inert, belied their true nature. Picking one up, he was startled by the warmth radiating through the creature's rough exterior. These, he knew, would prove incredibly valuable back home. The energy they stored... perhaps a new power source, clean and near-limitless... his mind ran ahead of itself, equations and potential applications flashing across his thoughts. The lakes... the lakes were where his sense of wonder reached its breaking point. By day, they mirrored the sky and mountains with perfect clarity, yet the second darkness fell, they transformed into phosphorescent seas. Their depths teemed with strange, moon-touched life, the apex of which were the Mooncalves – eels forged from purest starlight, weaving hypnotic patterns through the bioluminescent blooms. They seemed to exist in a realm beyond his comprehension, blind yet undeniably aware. And always, high above, were the Nimbus. The embodiment of unbridled power, their cloud-bodies sparking with the raw energy of the heavens. Gervic longed to get closer, to dissect their unique physiology, but they were as untouchable as a thunderstorm. Perhaps, just perhaps, one day he could devise a way... the idea thrilled and terrified him all at once. This magical realm held countless secrets, an entire universe's worth of discoveries crammed into a single, dazzling sliver of existence. But duty called. The world, his world, was waiting. Part of him ached to stay, to lose himself in wonder and endless questions, but he carried a responsibility. These discoveries, if fully understood, could rewrite the very foundations of physics, medicine, perhaps even philosophy itself. With one final, bittersweet glance at the vibrant impossibility of it all, Gervic activated the return spell. The radiant valley faded, replaced once more by the familiar clutter of his laboratory. Something in him had shifted. He was forever changed, not only as a scientist, but as a human being who had glimpsed the impossible. The lines between magic and science had irrevocably blurred, prompting an entirely new universe of unasked questions. He would write a report, of course, meticulously detailed, brimming with data. But would his colleagues believe? Would they even begin to comprehend? Find out as Gervic's scientific and magical adventures soon continues... ![]() ![]() ![]() GERVIC🐉Hiccup H Haddock III ![]() ![]() I am an author @ Writing.com! http://www.Writing.Com/main/my_account.php?rfrid=gervic Proud member of: "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group" ![]() "Showering Acts of Joy Group" ![]() "RAOK Upgrade Brigade Group" ![]() "SIMPLY POSITIVE GROUP" ![]() "Contest Central Station" ![]() ![]() ![]() |