Through the Geekfish-eye

Summer

When It would grow up It would become a mighty mosquito hunter, counting the flies and throwing them out of its kingdom as It would see fit.

Through the inner arteries the crowds would be transferred in waves, hoping to touch the feet of their majestic Instant-Queen with their own.

Water and substances of every kind, some people, and even furniture would then be accepted into the Royals until, in time, the kingdom would fall again forgotten.

And at that time some would leave for other lands with stencil-like passports on their foreheads.