You see it glide just below the water’s surface—slick, pale, and veined with pulsing blue. Its eyes gleam like wet glass, and its tendrils leave oily ripples trailing in slow, deliberate circles.
Aboleth younglings begin life in deep, briny pools near their progenitor, absorbing memories through inherited mucus. Though smaller than adults, they already possess potent psionics and a slippery cunning. Often used as scouts or manipulators, they grow by feeding on minds and secrets, maturing over decades into fully sentient threats.
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