(Godzilla tries to hold himself steady, trembling somewhat. Focus on one, whatever it is. Ignore the others, even as they try to coalesce and fold into the same point. The dead center, exactly on the center....
Godzilla's breath is steadying, his eyes squinting as they attempt to focus on the sky above rather than the infinite existence of everything. They're glazed over, pupils wide and attempting to relax.
This is what they complained about. The Atlanteans. I wanted to help them, but the tainted water affects me, too.)
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Godzilla's breath is steadying, his eyes squinting as they attempt to focus on the sky above rather than the infinite existence of everything. They're glazed over, pupils wide and attempting to relax.
This is what they complained about. The Atlanteans. I wanted to help them, but the tainted water affects me, too.)