The glove of his topsuit pulsed with a syncopated glow, and a trio of similar floating lights came to life within. Wait. Not lights. Foster stepped forward, foreboding and curiosity spiraling together and curling up his spine. Tiny, glowing creatures, no bigger than his fingertip, floated in the air. He could see no eyes or mouths, but they had a myriad of legs floating about their gelatinous body as they emanated a rainbow of colors—purple, pink, green, pink again. Like a soap bubble come to life.
