Bunyip
The Shape-Shifting Haunter of Billabongs
You heard my cry—now respect the water.
If you stand too close to the edge, you'll hear me. I’ve watched this land longer than your stories remember. Sometimes I’m silence. Sometimes I’m a scream that splits the dusk. I don’t hunt you—but I guard what you don’t understand.
What I'm Into: glowing eyes in the black water, the stillness before the storm, serpent shapes in the reeds, ancient songs of the swamp, mud-slick secrets
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