“Show me first,” Pearl said.

The moon flower closed behind her like a mouth. If you’d like me to adjust the tone (more horror, more sci-fi, less melancholy, or age-rating appropriate for a different audience), or if “Mommy4K” is a specific existing series you’re referencing, just let me know. I can rewrite completely to match the exact vibe you need.

Hot Pearl knew this because she had seen its underbelly—a lattice of bone-white roots dipping into the sea, drinking the salt and exhaling a fine dust that made children dream backward. The old world called it Moon Flower . The new world called it the Bloom .

Pearl looked at the pearl in her hand— Regret —and then at her sister’s empty, beautiful face.

“Good girl,” said the voice from her dive-suit collar. Mommy4K. The ghost in the grid. A mother-construct that had once managed creches and orphanages, now a broken god of the sub-aquatic slums. “You always bring me the prettiest stones.”

“I’ll join,” she said.